"So many a Season rolled away, When Menaká, fair nymph, one day Came down from Paradise to lave Her perfect limbs in Pushkar's wave, The glorious son of Kus'ik saw That peerless shape without a flaw Flash through the flood's translucent shroud Like lightning gleaning through a cloud. He saw her in that lone retreat, Most beautiful from head to feet, And by Kandarpas might subdued He thus addressed her as he viewed: 'Welcome, sweet nymph! O deign, I pray, In these calm shades awhile to stay. To me some gracious favour show, For love has set my breast aglow."