Verse 7
Diti asks at the wrong hour· Verses 7–14
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7Ksatta, Diti, Daksa's daughter, wanting a child, at the joining of day and night, worn down by the one who lies in the heart, wanted her husband Kasyapa, the son of Marici. 8He had worshipped with milk the Person whose tongue is fire, the lord of the sacrificial words, and as the sun went down he was sitting in the fire-house, gathered in himself. 9Learned one, this desire with his bow taken up has come at me for your sake, and burns me who am wretched, as a great elephant comes at a plantain tree. 10So may it go well with you: lay your kindness on me, who am burning at the good fortune of your other wives, who have children.
11The fame of women who have won great regard from their husband goes into the worlds; and a husband of your kind is surely born again through the children. 12Long ago our father, the revered Daksa, who was tender to his daughters, asked each of us apart: little ones, whom will you choose for a husband? 13And he who thinks of the line continuing, knowing the mind of us his daughters, gave thirteen of them to you, those who held to your way of living. 14So do this good wish of mine, lotus-eyed one; for going up to one who is great, when a person is in distress, is never in vain, you who are the fullness.