Jai Sri Ram,
When the god of love reached that hermitage, he created a semblance of the vernal season with his illusory power, many colored blossoms appeared on the trees of different kinds, cuckoos sand, and bees hummed, delightful breezes, cool, soft, and fragrant, blew, fanning the flames of passion,
Rambha and other heavenly damsels, who looked ever young and were all past masters in amorous sports, sang in undulating tones of various kinds and sported in various ways, ball in hand, the god of love was delighted to see his associates there and employed a variety of decorative tricks,
But the amorous devices had no effect on the sage, 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,
In dire dismay, the god of love with his accomplices acknowledged his defeat and clasped the sage's feet, addressing him in ascents of deep humility,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
