The Birth of Kumāra 5.16

5.16

kṛtābhiśekāṃ hutajātavedasaṃ tvaguttarāsaṅgavatīmadhītinīm |
digdṛkṣavastāmṛṣayo'bhyupāgamanna dharmavṛddheṣu vayaḥ samīkṣyate ||

Then came the Hermits of the Holy Wood
To see the Votaress in her solitude;
Grey elders came;—though young the Maid might seem,
Her perfect virtue must command esteem.
They found her resting in that lonely spot,
The fire was kindled, and no rite forgot;
In hermit's mantle was she clad;—her look
Fixt in deep thought upon the Holy Book.
So pure that grove—all war was made to cease.
And savage monsters lived in love and peace;
Pure was that grove—each newly built abode
Had leafy shrines where Fires of Worship glowed.