Verse 25

²⁵Plunging in, he drank his fill of that clear water, sweet as nectar, scented with the pollen of golden lotuses and blue, drawing it up with his trunk and bathing in it, and his weariness left him. ²⁶With the spray his trunk drew up he gave his cows and his young ones to drink and washed them down, like a householder, kindly, and heavy with rut; and the poor creature, by the maya of the unborn one, never saw the trouble coming. ²⁷There some crocodile, king, driven by fate, a strong one, seized his foot in anger. Fallen into such trouble by mere chance, the elephant, great as his strength was, struggled with all of it.