bees hummed,

Jai sri Ram,
When the god of love reached that hermitage, he created a semblance of the vernal season by his illusory power,

Many colors blossoms appeared on the trees of different kinds-cuckoos sang and bees hummed,

Delightful breeze, cool, soft and fragrant, blew, fanning the flame of passion, the god love was delighted to see his associate there and employed a variety of deceptive tricks but of no use on sage Narada,

Guilty cupid was now apprehensive of his own destruction-can anyone dare to trespass the bounds of him who has the Lord of Laxmi as his great protector,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks Please