Verse 38: 2750. O, beautiful girls, what more can I say?
Uma, the precious daughter of the king of Himalayas,
was as divine as a goddess, with teeth like shining jewels and a red mouth,
a soft waist and the walk of a swan.
As she did tapas to see Shivā, wearing her hair as matted locks her golden body
withered and she controlled all her senses.
Shivā came to the forest where she was doing tapas,
extending his thousand arms and hands
in all the eight directions and shining like fire.
His feet adorned with heroic anklets
crossed all the seven precious worlds and went to the sky.
The gods in the sky worshiped the lord
and the everlasting mountains, the wind and the stars
whirled around the dancer Shivā adorned with vibhuthi.
She praised the trident of the dancing lord
that destroys Asurans and embraced him.
She says,
“Don’t you know that I have done bad karmā
and have not received the grace of the god like they have?
If I begin to tell all the stories of wonderful women
it will be endless like the Mahabharatham. (40 -42)
Verse 41: 2753. I will tell how I suffer from love—listen.
I entered the golden door
of the palace studded with diamonds,
as large as the mountain in Thirunaraiyur
surrounded with thick groves
where good Vediyars recite the Vedās
and I saw the lord there and my eyes rejoiced.
His divine chest, mouth, feet, beautiful hands
and eyes shone like flowers blooming in a forest on a golden mountain.
His chest is adorned with a long thread
and he wears arm bracelets, shining earrings, chains, a tall crown
studded with gems that shines like the bright sun
as he shines like an emerald hill. (43-45)