Come here, my dear! Stay, you fierce-hearted one, and let us talk for a while. These thoughts of ours, which we haven't shared before, have never brought us comfort.
What should I do with what you said? I've left you just like the first morning. Purūravas, go back to your home. I'm like the wind, hard to catch.
Like a sharp arrow shot for glory, or a swift horse winning cattle and many. The lightning seemed to flash, as cowards planned it. The minstrels bleated like a lamb in trouble.
You gave my father-in-law life and wealth, from the nearby house, when my lover asked for me. She went to the home where she found pleasure, accepting day and night her lord's embraces.
You embraced me three times, but she didn't warmly receive your tender caresses. To your desires, Purūravas, I yielded. So you were king, hero, of my body.
Maidens like red cows rushed forward, bright ones, and like milch-cows they mooed in competition. While he was born, the dams sat together, rivers freely gave him nourishment; Then, Purūravas, the gods increased you for mighty battle, to destroy the Dasyus.
When I wooed those heavenly nymphs who took off their clothes, Like a frightened snake they fled from me in terror, like chariot horses when the car touches them.
When I, a mortal, courted those immortal nymphs who had taken off their clothes, They fled from me in terror, like chariot horses when the car touches them.
When I converse with the nymphs as they allow me, Like swans they show the beauty of their bodies, like horses in their play they bite and nibble.
She who flashed brilliantly like falling lightning brought me delicious presents from the waters. Now from the flood may a strong young hero be born. May Uruvasi prolong her life forever.
Your birth made me drink from earthly milch-kine; this power, Purūravas, you granted me. I knew, and warned you, on that day. You wouldn't listen. What do you say, when nothing helps?
When will the son be born and seek his father? Mourning-like, he will weep when he first knows him. Who