When Taraka finds his arrows parried by kumara, he employs the magic weapon of the god of wind.
The crops grown were the “taro,” “hue” (gourd), “uwhi” (yam), and “kumara.”
As they fight on, kumara finds an opening, and slays Taraka with his lance, to the unbounded delight of the universe.
When Shiva tells her that kumara is their own child, her joy is unbounded.
Gradually the potato superseded amongst them the taro and fern-root, and even to some extent the kumara.
Here all the able-bodied men of the fort were set to work, turning up the rich black soil and planting potatoes, kumara, and taro.
Amid these sorrowful surroundings the gods gather and anoint kumara, thus consecrating him as their general.
The caterpillars feed on convolvulus, but do considerable damage to the foliage of the kumara and sometimes tobacco.
Great is the joy of kumara himself, of his mother Parvati, and of Indra.
With them joined the god of cultivated food, such as the kumara, and the god of food that grows wild—such as the fern-root.