The Birth Of The War-God (Canto Sixth ) - Uma's Espousals Comments

Loved this stanza most. Swift with a thought he summoned from above The Seven bright Saints to bear his tale of love. They came, and She, the Heavenly Dame, was there, Lighting with glories all the radiant air; Just freshly bathed in sacred Gangá's tide, Gemmed with the dancing flowers that deck her side, And richly scented with the nectarous rill That heavenly elephants from their brows distil. Fair strings of pearl their radiant fingers hold, Clothed are their limbs in hermit-coats of gold; Their rosaries, large gems of countless price, Shone like the fruit that glows in Paradise, As though the glorious trees that blossom there Had sought the forest for a life of prayer. Nice work. Nice translation. Thanks. Subhas