The Birth of Kumāra 3.63

3.63

ananyabhājaṃ patimāpnuhīti sā tathyamevābhihitā bhavena |
na hīśvaravyāhṛtayaḥ kadā citpuṣyanti loke viparītamartham ||

Now Uma came, fair Maid, his destined bride,
With timid steps approaching Siva's side;
In contemplation will he brood no more,
He sees the Godhead, and his task is o'er;
He breathes, he moves, the Earth begins to rock,
The Snake, her bearer, trembling at the shock.
Due homage then his own dear servant paid,
And told him of the coming of the Maid;
He learnt his Master's pleasure by the nod,
And led Himálaya's daughter to the God;
Before his feet her young companions spread
Fresh leaves and blossoms as they bow the head,
While Uma stooped so low, that from her hair
Dropped the bright flower that starred the midnight there;
To him whose ensign bears the Bull she bent,
Till each spray fell, her ear's rich ornament.
"Sweet Maid," cried Siva, "surely thou shalt be
Blessed with a husband who loves none but thee!"
Her fear was banished, and her hope was high,—
A God had spoken, and Gods cannot lie.