The seasons six, in rapid flight, Had circled since that glorious rite. Eleven months had passed away-- 'Twas Chaitra's ninth returning day. The moon within that mansion shone Which Aditi looks so kindly on. Raised to their apex in the sky Five brilliant planets beamed on high. Shone with the moon, in Cancer's sign, Vrihaspati with light divine. Kauśalyá bore an infant blest With heavenly marks of grace impressed; Ráma, the universe's lord, A prince by all the worlds adored. New glory Queen Kauśalyá won Reflected from her splendid son. So Aditi shone more and more, The Mother of the Gods, when she The King of the Immortals bore, The thunder-wielding deity. The lotus-eyed, the beauteous boy, He came fierce Rávan to destroy; From half of Vishnu's vigor born, He came to help the worlds forlorn. And Queen Kaikeyí bore a child Of truest valor, Bharat styled, With every princely virtue blest, One-fourth of Vishnu manifest. Sumitrá too a noble pair, Called Lakshman and Śatrughna, bare, Of high emprise, devoted, true, Sharers in Vishnu's essence too. 'Neath Pushya's mansion, Mína's sign, 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 Proshthapadá's fourfold light.