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62. Then spring came, with trees full of flowers
as if for an offering, with sprouting foliage like hands
folded in veneration. With the cooings of cuckoos, as if
uttering humble words of obeisance, the season seemed
to have come to pay homage to the king.
 
63. The gentle southern breezes that blew scatter-
ing fragrant mango leaf-dust seemed like sorcerers
sprinkling ashes to turn the mind of anger-ridden dam-
sels that spurned their lovers.
 
64. Kimśuka trees with buds of dazzling red
shone like lions with blood-stained nails--lions that had
torn the deer of lovely travellers.
 
65. Rows of campaka clusters with collyrium-
like bees settling on them looked like lamps lighted by
the spring in commemoration of Cupid's festival.
 
66. The sweet odour of wine in the mouths of
beautiful-eyed ladies travelled to the vakuḷa flowers
from which the southern breeze took it. Thus it had
its spreading in an appropriate manner.
 
67. Asōkas, with bees humming around in thick
rows, indicated a sort of appropriateness to the manure
which the tree had by the touch of the tender feet of
Kuntala ladies resounding with ornaments.
 
68. The kuravakas that looked like hairs stand-
ing on end in the act of mutual embrace of lovers, raised
love passion even in the hearts of insentient beings.
 
69. The sweet pançama notes of cuckoos delighted
the world immensely. Lonely travellers that heard it
felt as if they heard sounds of Cupid's bow shooting
arrows at them.