The Birth of Kumāra 7.95.p1

7.95.p1

iti śrīkālidāsakṛtau kumārasambhave mahākāvye umāpariṇayo nāma saptamaḥ sargaḥ sampūrṇaḥ ||

Now have they left the wedded Pair alone,
And Siva takes her hand within his own
To lead his darling to the bridal bower,
Decked with bright gold and all her sumptuous dower.
She blushes sweetly as her maidens there
Look with arch smiles and glances on the Pair,
And for one moment, while the damsels stay,
From him she loves turns her dear face away.