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# The Birth of Kumāra 3.36

Kumārasaṃbhava 3.36

- **Language:** Sanskrit

### [3.36](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.36)

madhu dvirephaḥ kusumaikapātre papau priyāṃ svāmanuvartamānaḥ |  
śṛṅgeṇa ca sparśanimīlitākṣīṃ mṛgīmakaṇḍūyata kṛṣṇasāraḥ ||

> On came the Archer-God, and at his side  
> The timid Reti, his own darling bride.  
> While breathing Nature showed how deep it felt,  
> 'Neath Passion's glowing touch, the senses melt—  
> For there in eager love the wild bee dipp'd  
> In the dark flower-cup where his mistress sipp'd;  
> There with his horn the goat touched lovingly  
> His gentle mate, who closed her melting eye;  
> There from her trunk the elephant had poured  
> A lily-scented stream to cool her lord.  
> While the fond love-bird by the silver flood  
> Gave to his hen the tasted Lotus bud.  
> Full in his song the Minstrel stayed to sip  
> The heavenlier nectar of his darling's lip—  
> Pure pearls of heat had just distained the dye.  
> But flowery wine was sparkling in her eye.  
> How the young creeper's beauty charmed the view.  
> Fair as the fairest maid, as playful too!  
> Here some bright blossoms, lovelier than the rest.  
> In full round beauty matched her swelling breast;  
> Here in a thin bright line, some delicate spray,  
> Red as her lip, ravished the soul away—  
> And then how loving, and how close they hung  
> To the tall trees that fondly o'er them hung!  
> Bright, heavenly wantons poured the witching strain,  
> Quiring for Siva's ear, but all in vain—  
> No charmer's spell may check the firm control,  
> "Won by the Holy, o'er the impassioned soul.  
> — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7)

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## Translations (1)

- [The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava~en-griffith.3.p7) — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, English

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