Poetic fantasy When all materials were exhausted in the making of man, the Creator, in his dilemma and after profound meditation, took: Rotundity of the moon, Curves of the creepers, Clinging of tendrils, Trembling of grass, Slenderness of the reed, Bloom of the flowers, Lightness of leaves, Tapering of the elephant’s trunk, Glances of deer, Clustering if rows of bees, Joyous gaiety of sunbeams, Weeping of clouds, Fickleness of winds, Timidity of hare, Vanity of the peacock, Softness if the parrot’s bosom , Hardness of adamant, Sweetness of honey, Cruelty of the tiger, The warm glow of fire, Coldness of snow, Chattering of jays, (birds of the crow family) Cooing of Kokila, (Koel) Hypocrisy of crane, Fidelity of Chakravaka. (Member of swan or goose family) Compounding all these together , He made woman and give her to man. (From a book ‘The digit of the moon’ based on Indian legends by F.W. Bain) P.S. I have not read the book but remember I read these lines in some Hindi version which I can't recollect.