The Birth of Kumāra 4.26

4.26

tamavekṣya ruroda sā bhṛśaṃ stanasambādhamuro jaghāna ca |
svajanasya hi duḥkhamagrato vivṛtadvāramivopajāyate ||

Stricken in spirit by her cries of woe,
Like venomed arrows from a mighty bow,
A moment fled, and gentle Spring was there,
To ask her grief, to soothe her wild despair;
She beat her breast more wildly than before,
With greater floods her weeping eyes ran o'er—
When friends are nigh the spirit finds relief
In the full gushing torrent of its grief.