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\nK
\nA L I D A S<\/span> <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


\nKUMARASAMBHAVA<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


\nTHE
\nBIRTH OF THE WAR-GOD<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n


\nThree
\nRenderings<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\n
\ncanto
\n<\/span>ONE<\/span>:<\/span> f<\/span><\/span>irst <\/span>r<\/span>endering<\/span><\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\n\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/b>                      1              <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/font><\/span>A God mid
\nhills northern Himaloy rears     <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n       His snow-piled summits’ dizzy majesties, <\/span><\/p>\n

       And in the eastern and the western seas <\/span><\/p>\n

He bathes his giant sides; lain down appears<\/span><\/p>\n

       Measures the dreaming earth in an enormous
\nease.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n                           <\/font><\/span>2<\/span><\/p>\n

Him, it is told, the living mountains made <\/span><\/p>\n

       A mighty calf of earth, the mother large, <\/span><\/p>\n

       When Meru<\/span> of that
\nmilking had the charge<\/span><\/p>\n

By Prithu<\/span> bid,
\nand jewels brilliant-rayed<\/span><\/p>\n

       Were brightly born and herbs on every
\nmountain marge<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n                              3<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n <\/font><\/span>So is he in his infinite riches dressed<\/span><\/p>\n

        Not all his snows can slay that opulence. <\/span><\/p>\n

        As drowned in luminous floods the mark though dense<\/span><\/p>\n

On the moon’s argent disc; so faints
\noppressed<\/span><\/p>\n

        One fault mid crowding virtues fading from
\nour sense.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

                                 4<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBrightness of minerals on his peaks outspread <\/span><\/p>\n

         In their love-sports and in their dances
\ngives <\/span><\/p>\n

         To heavenly nymphs adornment, which when
\ndrive<\/span><\/p>\n

The split clouds across, those broken hues
\ndisplayed <\/span><\/p>\n

         Like an untimely sunset’s magic glories
\nlive.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

                                   5<\/span><\/p>\n

 Far down the clouds droop to his
\ngirdle-waist;<\/span><\/p>\n

         And to this low-hung plateaus’ coolness won
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

         The siddhas<\/span> in
\nsoft shade repose, but run<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon gleaming upwards by wild rains distressed<\/span><\/p>\n

          To unstained summits splendid with the veilless<\/span> sun. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n\t                                  
\n\t6<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tAlthough unseen the reddened footprints
\nblotted<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t       By the new-fallen snows, the hunters know<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tThe path their prey the mighty lions go;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t       For pearls from the slain elephants there
\nclotted<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0<\/span>Fallen
\nfrom the hollow claws their dangerous passage show.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>7<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tThe birch-leaves on his slopes love-pages
\nturn:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Like
\nspots of age upon the tusky<\/span> kings<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Of
\nliquid metal ink their letterings
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tMake crimsoned pages that with passion burn<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Where
\nheaven’s divine Circes pen heart-moving things <\/span>
\n\t                                         <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t                               
\n\t8<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\n\tHe fills the hollows of his bamboo trees<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>With
\nthe breeze rising from his deep ravines,
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Breathes1<\/sup>
\nfrom his rocky mouths as if he means<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tTo be tune-giver to the minstrelsies<\/span><\/p>\n


\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>
\n\t\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/b>Of high-voiced Kinnars<\/span> chanting in his
\nwoodland glens<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\n\t                                            
\n\t9<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tHis poplars by the brows of elephants<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Shaken
\nand rubbed loose forth their odorous cream;<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And
\nthe sweet resin pours its trickling stream,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tAnd wind on his high levels burdened pants<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>With
\nfragrance making all the air a scented dream.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t                \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>  10<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tHis grottoes are love-chambers in the night
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>For
\nthe stray forest-wanderer when he lies
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Twined
\nwith his love, marrying with hers his sighs<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tAnd from the dim banks luminous herbs give
\nlight<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Strange2<\/sup>
\n\toilless<\/span> lamps to their locked passion’s ecstasies.<\/span> <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n<\/p>\n


\n              1<\/span><\/sup> Flutes \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>2<\/sup> Like<\/span><\/p>\n

Page \u2013 100<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n                                             11<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n


\n           Himaloy’s<\/span><\/span> snows in frosted slabs distress     <\/span><\/p>\n

\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0             <\/span>The
\ndelicate heels of his maned<\/span> Kinnaris<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\n       <\/font><\/span>
\n             And
\nyet for all their chilly path’s unease<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0They <\/span>change not their slow motion’s swaying grace <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u00a0<\/span>For their burden of breasts and heavy hips.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n


\n                                          
\n<\/font><\/span>12<\/span><\/p>\n

\n            
\nHe guards from the pursuing sun far hid<\/span><\/p>\n


\n              
\n<\/font><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>In
\nhis deep caves of gloom the fallen night <\/span><\/p>\n


\n   <\/font><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Afraid
\nof the day’s eyes of brilliant light<\/span><\/p>\n


\n            
\n<\/font><\/span>Even
\non base things and low for refuge fled<\/span><\/p>\n


\n                   
\n<\/font><\/span>High-crested
\nsouls shed love and kindly might.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

                                            13<\/span><\/p>\n

\n             The
\nmountain yaks lift up their bushy tails<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And
\nwith their lashing scatter gleamings<\/span> round <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>
\nWhite as the moonbeams on the rocky groun<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>They
\nseem to fan their king, his parallels<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Of
\nsymbolled<\/span> monarchy more perfectly to found.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n


\n                                            
\n<\/font><\/span>14<\/span><\/p>\n

\n             There
\nin his glens upon his grottoed<\/span> floors<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>When
\nfrom her limbs is plucked the raiment fine <\/span><\/p>\n


\n                     
\n<\/font><\/span>Of
\nthe Kinnar’s<\/span> shame-fast love, hanging come in<\/span><\/p>\n


\n            
\n<\/font><\/span>The
\nconcave clouds across the cavern doors;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n                      Chance
\ncurtains shielding her bared1<\/sup> loveliness divine.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

                       1 shield her
\nunveiled<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0                       \u00a0 <\/span>15<\/span><\/p>\n

              <\/span>Weary
\nwith tracking the wild deer for rest <\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0               <\/span>The
\nhunter bares his forehead to the fay<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

       
\n                 <\/span>Breezes
\nwhich sprinkle Ganges’ cascade spray<\/span><\/p>\n

   
\n            Shaking the cedars on
\nHimaloy’s<\/span>
\nbreast,<\/span><\/p>\n


\n        <\/font><\/span>
\n              Gambolling<\/span><\/span> with the proud peacock’s gorgeous-plumed
\narray.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n     <\/span><\/p>\n


\n                                
\n<\/font><\/span>              16<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t    Circling his
\n\t\tmountains in its path below<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t <\/font><\/span>           The sun awakes with upward glittering wands                 <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t           
\n\t<\/font><\/span>What still unplucked<\/span>
\nby the seven sages’ hands<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t     Remains of the bright lotuses that glow<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t             In tarns upon his tops with heaven-kissing
\nstrands.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

                                                17<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\n\t\t\tBecause the Somaplant<\/span> for
\n\tsacrifice<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t     He rears and for his strength1<\/sup>
\n\t\t\tupbearing<\/span> Earth
\n\t\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t     The Lord of creatures gave to this great
\n\tbirth<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHis sacrificial share and ministries<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t     And empire over all the mountains to his
\n\tworth.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

15. There rests the hunter weary of the chase<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span>And bares his forehead to the breeze which
\ncomes<\/span><\/p>\n

With
\nspray of Ganger’ cascades on its wings, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Scattering the peacock’s gorgeous plumes
\nabroad, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Shaking the cedars on Himaloy’s<\/span>
\nbreast.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>16. In tarns upon its heaven-kissing tops <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span>Immortal lilies bloom the shining hands <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Of the Seven Sages pluck, a few still left <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Awake with morn to the sun’s upward beams <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Circling those mountains on his lower path.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

17. Because he rears for sacrifice the plant <\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf honeyed wine, his sacred share
\nfulfilled, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>And for his many strengths upbearing<\/span> Earth <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>The Father of the peoples’ very hands <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Crowned him the monarch of a million
\nhills.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00b9mass<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

                                           
\n\t    18<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tCompanion of, Meru<\/span> their high floor
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tIn equal wedlock to his mighty1<\/sup> bed
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tThe mind-born child of the world-fathers wed,<\/span><\/p>\n


\n\tMena<\/span><\/span> whose wisdom the deep seers adore,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tStable and wise himself his stable race to spread.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\n\t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0                     \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>19<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tTheir joys of love were like themselves immense<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tAnd its long puissant ecstasies at last<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tBore fruit, for in her womb a seed was cast
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tBearing the banner of her youth intense<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tIn moving beauty and charm to motherhood she passed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t <\/p>\n

                                             
\n\t20<\/font><\/p>\n


\n\tMainac<\/span><\/span> she bore, the ocean’s guest and friend,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tUpon whose peaks the serpent-women roam,
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tDwellers in their unsunned<\/span> and cavernous
\nhome;<\/span><\/p>\n


\n\tMainac<\/span><\/span>, whose sides though angry Indra<\/span> rend<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tFeels not the anguish of the thunder’s shock of doom.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


\n\t(Incomplete)<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\n\t\t18. In equal rites he to his mighty bed<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The mind-born child of
\nthe world-fathers bore.
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Companion fit of
\n\t\tMeru<\/span>
\ntheir high home,
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Stable of thought to
\n\t\tstabilise<\/span> his race,
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Mena<\/span>
\nthe wise he wed by seers adored.<\/span><\/p>\n


\n\t\t <\/span><\/p>\n


\n\t\t19. Their joys of love were like themselves immense
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And in long puissant
\necstasy at last
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Bore fruit; for in her
\nwomb his seed was thrown
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And bearing like a
\nbanner with her youth’s
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Heart-moving beauty
\nmotherhood she crossed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t
\n\t\t <\/span><\/p>\n

  20.
\n\t\tMainac<\/span> she bore, the guest of the great sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

  \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Upon whose peaks the
\nserpent women sport
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0  \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Who through the Titan
\nslayer’s wrath has shorn \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0  \u00a0<\/span>His budding wings, felt
\nnot the fiery blow,
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0  <\/span>Shook not with anguish
\nof the thunder’s scars.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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\n‘ large <\/span><\/p>\n

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