Was Bharat born, of soul benign.

The sun had reached the Crab at morn

When Queen Sumitrá's babes were born,

What time the moon had gone to make

His nightly dwelling with the Snake.

The high-souled monarch's consorts bore

At different times those glorious four,

Like to himself and virtuous, bright

As Proshṭhapadá's[135] four-fold light.

Then danced the nymphs' celestial throng,