The Birth of Kumāra 7.34

7.34

yathāpradeśaṃ bhujageśvarāṇāṃ kariśyatāmābharaṇāntaratvam |
śarīramātraṃ vikṛtiṃ prapede tathaiva tasthuḥ phaṇaratnaśobhāḥ ||

Meanwhile by Heavenly Matrons' care displayed
Upon Kuvera's lofty mount were laid
The ornaments of Siva, which of yore
At his first nuptials Pura's conqueror wore;
He laid his hand upon the dress, but how
Shall robes so sad, so holy, grace him now?
His own dire vesture took a shape as fair
As gentle bridegroom e'er could wish to wear—
The withering scull that glazed the eye with dread,
Shone a bright coronal to grace his head;
That Elephant's hide the God had worn of old
Was now a silken robe inwrought with gold;
Ere this his body was with dust besprent.
Soft unguent now it shed delightful scent;
And that mid-eye which glittering like a star
Shot the wild terror of its glance afar—
So softly now its golden radiance beamed—
A mark of glory on his forehead seemed.
His twining serpents, destined still to be
The pride and honour of the Deity,
Changed but their bodies—in each sparkling crest
The blazing gems still shone their loveliest.
What need of jewels on the brow of Him
Who wears the Crescent Moon?—no spot may dim
Its youthful beauty, e'en in light of day
Shedding the glory of its quenchless ray.