13. They with brightening eyes and faces beheld the god, as the lotuses hail the appearance of the comely moon; and then bowed down to the god of the silvery bow and snow white countenance. (Kálidása in his Mahápadya, has heaped all these and many more ensigns of whiteness on the hoary Hara of Himálaya).
14. Then the god rising to their view like the full moon, and appearing in the midst of the heaven and earth, spoke smilingly unto them in a gentle and audible voice; the breath of which refreshed them, like the breath of spring reviving the faded plants of the forest.
15. The god said:—I am pleased with thy devotion, O Bráhman! prefer thy prayer to me, and have thy desired boon granted to thee immediately.
16. The Bráhman replied:—O Lord of gods, deign to favour me with ten intelligent male children. Let these be born of me to dispel all my sorrows (for want of a male issue).
17. The sun rejoined:—The god said, be it so, and then disappeared in the air; and his great body passed through the etherial path, like the surge of the sea with the tremendous roar of thunders.
18. The Bráhmanic couple then returned to their home with gladness of their hearts, and appeared as the reflexions of the two divinities Siva and Umá in their persons. (The god Siva otherwise called Hara, bears every resemblance to Hercules (Harakula) the son of Jove (Siva); and his consort Umá to Omphale the wife of Hercules. Todd’s Rajasthan).
19. Returning there, the Bráhmani became big with child, by the blessing she had got of her god Siva.
20. She appeared as a thick cloud heavy with rain water, in the state of her full pregnancy; and brought forth in proper time (of child-birth), a boy as beautiful as the digit of the new moon.
21. Thus there were born of her ten sons in succession, all as handsome as the tender sprouts of plants; and these grew up in strength and stature, after they had received their sacramental investitures.
22. In course of a short time, they attained their boyhood, and became conversant in the language of the gods (Sanskrit); as the mute clouds become sonorous in the rainy season. (The Sanskrita, says Sir W. Jones, is more sonorous than Latin. It is the voice of gods, which is as high sounding as the roaring of clouds).