'In the beginning, when Twashtri (the Divine Artificer) came to the creation of woman he found that he has exhausted his materials in the making of man and that no solid elements were left. In this dilemma, after profound meditation, he did as follow: he took the rotundity of the moon, and the curves of the creepers, and the clinging of tendrils, and the trembling of grass, and the slenderness of the reed, and the bloom of the flowers, and the lightness of leaves, and the tapering of the elephants's trunk, and the glances of deer, and the clustering rows of bees, and joyous gaiety of sunbeams, and the weeping of clouds, and the fickleness of the winds,and the timidity of the hare, and the vanity of the peacock, and the softness of the parrot's bosom, and the hardness of adamant, and the sweetness of the honey, and the cruelty of the tiger, and the warm glow of fire, and the coldness of the snow, and the chattering of jays, and the cooking of the kokila, and the hypocrisy of the crane, and the fidelity of the chakravaka and compounding all these together, he made woman and gave her to man.'
Above excerpt is taken from The Discovery of India, which has quoted it from The Digit of the Moon.
