The Birth of Kumāra 7.36

7.36

ityadbhutaikaprabhavaḥ prabhāvātprasiddhanepathyavidhervidhātā |
ātmānamāsannagaṇopanīte khaḍge niṣaktapratimaṃ dadarśa ||

Well-pleased the God in all his pride arrayed
Saw his bright image mirrored in the blade
Of the huge sword they brought; then calmly leant
On Nandi's arm, and toward his Bull he went,
Whose broad back covered with a tiger's hide,
Was steep to climb as Mount Kailása's side,
Yet the dread monster humbly shrank fur fear
And bowed in reverence as his Lord drew near.
The Matrons followed him, a saintly throng,
Their ear-rings waving as they dashed along—
Sweet faces, with such glories round them shed
As made the air one lovely Lotus bed.
On flew those bright Ones—Káli came behind,
The skulls that decked her rattling in the wdnd:
Like the dark rack that scuds across the sky,
With herald Lightning and the Crane's shrill cry.