The Birth of Kumāra 5.2

5.2

iyeṣa sā kartumavandhyarūpatāṃ samādhimāsthāya tapobhirātmanaḥ |
avāpyate vā kathamanyathā dvayaṃ tathāvidhaṃ prema patiśca tādṛśaḥ ||

Now woe to Uma, for young Love is slain.
Her Lord hath left her, and her hope is vain;
Woe, woe to Uma! how the Mountain-Maid
Cursed her bright beauty for its feeble aid!
'Tis Beauty's guerdon which she loves the best,
To bless her lover, and in turn be blest.
Penance must aid her now—or how can she
Win the cold heart of that stern Deity?
Penance, long Penance—for that power alone
Can make such love, so high a Lord, her own.