Verse 13

¹³And she too, joined to yoga by the yoga-teaching her son had spoken, in that hermitage that was the crest-ornament of the Sarasvati, with her mind gathered up, ¹⁴wore her hair matted and gone tawny with constant bathing, its locks curling, and carried her own body thin and clothed in bark from the hardness of her austerity. ¹⁵The household of Kardama the lord of creatures, opened out by his austerity and his yoga, past all comparing, longed for even by those who ride in the sky-cars: ¹⁶beds like the foam on milk, made of ivory, with coverings of gold; and seats of gold, and rugs that are soft to the hand; ¹⁷on walls of clear crystal and of great emerald the jewelled lamps shine out, and along with them women who are themselves jewels;

¹⁸a garden beside the house, lovely with many flowering trees of the gods, pairs of birds calling in it, and the drunken bees singing; ¹⁹and there, when she went in, the attendants of the gods sang of her, petted by Kardama in the pool that smelled of blue lotuses.