उन्मूलानथ तान्वृक्षान्कृत्वा वायुरशोषयत् । तानग्निरदहद्घोरस्तत्राभूद्द्रुमसंक्षयः ॥ १,१५.
Then the wind uprooted those trees, and the fierce fire burned them; thus, there was destruction of the trees.
द्रुमक्षयमथो दृष्ट्वा किञ्चिच्छिष्टेषु शाखिषु । उपगम्याब्रवीदेतान्राजा सोमः प्रजापतीन् ॥ १,१५.
Seeing the destruction of the trees, with only a few branches left, King Soma, the lord of beings, approached them and spoke.
कोपं यच्छत राजानः शृणुध्वञ्च वचो मम । सन्धानं वः करिष्यामि सह क्षितिरुहैरहम् ॥ १,१५.
Restrain your anger, O kings, and listen to my words; I will make peace between you and the trees.
रत्नभूता च कन्येयं वार्क्षेयी वरवर्णिनी । भविष्यज्जानता पूर्वं मया गोभिर्विवर्धिता ॥ १,१५.
This maiden, radiant and beautiful, is a jewel among the daughters of the trees; she was raised by me together with the cows, knowing what would come.
मारिषा नाम नाम्नैषा वृक्षाणामिति निर्मिता । भार्या वोऽस्तु महाभागा ध्रुवं वंशविवर्धिनी ॥ १,१५.
She is called Māriṣā, created from the trees; let this illustrious woman be your wife, surely she will increase your lineage.
युष्माकं तेज सोर्धेन मम चार्धेन तेजसः । अस्यामुत्पत्स्यते विद्वान्दक्षोनाम प्रजापतिः ॥ १,१५.
By the union of your power and half of mine, a wise son named Dakṣa, the lord of creatures, will be born from her.
मम चांशेन संयुक्तो युष्मत्तेजोमयेन वै । तेजसाग्निसमो भूयः प्रजाः संवर्धयिष्यति ॥ १,१५.
Endowed with a portion of me and composed of your energy, he will possess brilliance equal to fire and will nurture the creatures.
कण्डुर्नाम मुनिः पूर्वमासीद्वेदविदां वरः । मुरम्ये गोमतीतीरे म तेपे परमं तपः ॥ १,१५.
There was once a sage named Kaṇḍu, foremost among those who know the Vedas; he performed supreme austerity on the pleasant bank of the Gomati.
तत्क्षोभाय सुरेन्द्रेण प्रम्लोचाख्या वराप्सराः । प्रयुक्ता क्षोभयामास तमृषिं सा शुचिस्मिता ॥ १,१५.
To disturb him, Indra sent the celestial nymph Pramlocā, whose smile was pure; she began to agitate the sage.
क्षोभितः स तया सार्धं वर्षाणामधिकं शतम् । अतिष्ठन्मन्दरद्रोण्यां विषयासक्तमानसः ॥ १,१५.
Disturbed by her, he spent more than a hundred years with her in the valley of Mandara, his mind absorbed in sensual pleasures.
तं सा प्राह महाभाग गन्तुमिच्छाम्यहं दिवम् । प्रसादसुमुखो ब्रह्मन्ननुज्ञां दातुमर्हसि ॥ १,१५.
She said to him, 'O blessed one, I wish to go to heaven; O gracious sage, you should grant me permission.'
तयैवमुक्तः स मुनिस्तस्यामासक्तमानसः । दिनानि कतिचिद्भद्रे स्थीयतामित्यभाषत ॥ १,१५.
Thus addressed by her, the sage, his mind attached to her, replied, 'Stay for a few more days, O gentle one.'
एवमुक्ता ततस्तेन साग्रं वर्षशतं पुनः । बुभुजे विषयांस्तन्वी तेन साकं महात्मना ॥ १,१५.
After being spoken to in this way, she again enjoyed sensual pleasures with the great-souled sage for another full hundred years.
अनुज्ञां देहि भगवन् व्रजामि त्रिदशालयम् । उक्तस्तथेति स पुनः स्थीयतामित्यभाषत ॥ १,१५.
She said, 'Grant me permission, O revered one, I wish to go to the abode of the gods.' He replied, 'So be it,' but again said, 'Stay a little longer.'
पुनर्गते वर्षशते साधिक सा शुभानना । यामीत्याह दिवं ब्रह्मन्प्रणयस्मितशोभनम् ॥ १,१५.
When another hundred years had passed, the beautiful-faced woman said with a loving smile, 'O sage, I wish to go to heaven.'
उक्तस्तयैवं स मुनिरुपगुह्यायते क्षणाम् । इहास्यतां क्षणं सुभु चिरकालं गमिष्यसि ॥ १,१५.
Addressed thus by her, the sage embraced her for a moment and said, 'Stay here for a moment, O lovely one; you will be gone for a long time.'
सा क्रीडमाना सुश्रोणी सह तेनर्षिणा पुनः । शतद्वयं किञ्चिदूनं वर्षणामन्वतिष्ठत ॥ १,१५.
Playing with the sage, the slender-waisted woman again remained with him for nearly two hundred years.
गमनाय महाभाग देवराजनिवेशनम् । प्रोक्तः प्रोक्तस्तया तन्व्या स्थीयतामित्यभाषत ॥ १,१५.
When she asked to go to the abode of the king of the gods, the sage, addressed by the slender woman, replied, 'Stay a little longer.'
तस्य शापभयाद्भीता दाक्षिण्येन च दक्षिणा । प्रोक्ता प्रणयभङ्गर्तिवेदिनी न जहौ मुनिम् ॥ १,१५.
Fearing his curse and out of kindness, the gentle woman, knowing the pain of separation, did not leave the sage.
तया च रमतस्तस्य परमर्षेरहर्निशम् । नवंनवमभूत्प्रम मन्मथाविष्टचेतसः ॥ १,१५.
As the great sage enjoyed her day and night, his mind, seized by love, experienced ever-new delight.
एकदा तु त्वरायुक्तो निश्चक्रामोटजान्मुनिः । निष्क्रामन्तं च कुत्रेति गम्यते प्राह सा शुभा ॥ १,१५.
Once, the sage, impelled by urgency, left his hut; and as he was departing, the auspicious lady asked, 'Where are you going?'
इत्युक्तः स तया प्राह परिवृत्तमहः शुभे । सन्ध्योपास्तिं करिष्यामि क्रियालोपोन्यथा भवेत् ॥ १,१५.
Thus addressed by her, he replied, 'The day has turned, O auspicious one; I must perform the evening worship, otherwise my rites would be neglected.'
ततः प्रहस्य सुददी तं सा प्राह महामुनिम् । किमद्य सर्वधर्मज्ञ परिवृत्तमहस्तव ॥ १,१५.
Then, smiling sweetly, she said to the great sage, 'O knower of all dharma, has your day truly turned already today?'
बहूनां विप्र वर्षाणां परिवृत्तम हस्तव । गतमेतन्न कुरुते विस्मयं कस्य कथ्यताम् ॥ १,१५.
For many years, O best of Brahmins, your day has turned; this is not surprising—let it be told whose wonder it is.
मुनिरुवाच प्रातस्त्वमागता भद्रे नदीतीरमिदं शुभम् । मया दृष्टासि तन्वङ्गि प्रविष्टासि ममाश्रमम् ॥ १,१५.
The sage said: 'You came here in the morning, O slender-waisted one, to this auspicious riverbank; I saw you, and you entered my hermitage.'
इयं च वर्तते सन्ध्या परिणाममहर्गतम् । उपहासः किमर्थोयं सद्भावः कथ्यतां मम ॥ १,१५.
And now the evening twilight has come, the day has passed; tell me, what is the reason for this jest, if your intention is sincere?
प्रम्लोचोवाच प्रत्यूषस्यागता ब्रह्मन् सत्यमेतन्न तन्मृषा । नन्वस्य तस्य कालस्य गतान्यब्दशतानि ते ॥ १,१५.
Pramloca said: 'O Brahmin, I came at dawn—this is true, not false; but for you, many hundreds of years of that time have passed.'
सोम उवाच ततः स साध्वसो विप्रस्तां पप्रच्छायतेक्षणाम् । कथ्यतां भीरु कः कालस्त्वया मे रमतः सह ॥ १,१५.
Soma said: Then, filled with fear, the sage asked her, whose eyes were like lotus petals: 'Tell me, timid one, how much time has passed while I was with you?'
प्रम्लोचोवाच सप्तोत्तराम्यतीतानि नववर्षशतानि ते । मासाश्च षट्तथैवान्यत्समतीतं दिनत्रयम् ॥ १,१५.
Pramloca said: 'Seven hundred and nine years have passed for you, and six months, and three more days have also elapsed.'
ऋषिरुवाच सत्यं भीरु वदस्येतत्परिहासोऽथवा शुभे । दिनमेकमहं मन्येत्वया सार्धमिहासितम् ॥ १,१५.
The sage said: 'Speak the truth, timid one—is this a jest, or is it so, O auspicious lady? I thought I had spent only one day here with you.'