Lord of the art of healing man.
Then as the waters foamed and boiled,
As churning still the Immortals toiled,
Of winning face and lovely frame,
Forth sixty million fair ones came.
Born of the foam and water, these
Were aptly named Apsarases.[206]
Each had her maids. The tongue would fail—
So vast the throng—to count the tale.
But when no God or Titan wooed