[Pramāṇa](https://indike.org/pramana/) › [Indian literature](https://indike.org/pramana/in) › [Epic, Poetry, Drama & Narrative](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit) › [Poetry (mahākāvya, lyric, messenger poems, stotra, Prakrit kāvya)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya) › [Court epics (sargabandha)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya) › [Śiva, Pārvatī, Skanda and Devī epics](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva) › [The Birth of Kumāra](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava) › 3.68 # The Birth of Kumāra 3.68 Kumārasaṃbhava 3.68 - **Language:** Sanskrit ### [3.68](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.68) vivṛṇvatī śailasutāpi bhāvamaṅgaiḥ sphuradbālakadambakalpaiḥ | sācīkṛtā cārutareṇa tasthau mukhena paryastavilocanena || > Rash as some giddy moth that wooes the flame, > Love seized the moment, and prepared to aim, > Close by the daughter of the Mountain-King, > He looked on Siva, and he eyed his string. > While with her radiant hand fair Uma gave > A rosary, of the Lotuses that lave > Their beauties in the heavenly Ganga's wave,— > And the great Three-Eyed God was fain to take > The offering for the well-loved suppliant's sake, > On his bright bow Love placed the unerring dart, > The soft beguiler of the stricken heart. > Like the Moon's influence on the Sea at rest. > Came Passion stealing o'er the Hermit's breast, > While on the Maiden's lip that mocked the dye > Of ripe red fruit, he bent his melting eye; > And oh! how showed the Lady's love for him. > The heaving bosom, and each quivering limb! > Like young Kadambas, when the leaf-buds swell. > At the warm touch of Spring they love so well; > But still, with downcast eyes, she sought the ground, > And durst not turn their burning glances round. > Then with strong effort, Siva lulled to rest, > The storm of passion in his troubled breast. > And seeks, with angry eyes that round him roll, > Whence came the tempest o'er his tranquil soul. > He looked, and saw the bold young Archer stand, > His bow bent ready in his skilful hand. > Drawn towards the eye—his shoulder well depressed, > And the left foot thrown forward as a rest. > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7) - [Previous: 3.67](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.67) - [Next: 3.69](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.69) - [Up: 3](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3) ## Translations (1) - [The Birth of the War-God (cantos 1–7)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava~en-griffith.3.p11) — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1853, English ## Linked texts (1) - [Rasārṇavasudhākara](https://indike.org/pramana/in.art.natya.rasarnavasudhakara.1.329) — Siṃhabhūpāla, Sanskrit --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.68](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.kavya.mahakavya.saiva.kumarasambhava.3.68) · Pramāṇa