Verse 23

¹⁸That hermitage ground was holy, graced with holy trees and vines, thick with flocks of holy birds, and its pools were holy and clear. ¹⁹Bees drunk with honey sang there together, drunken cuckoos called, drunken peacocks made their dancers' display, and flocks of drunken birds filled the place. ²⁰The wind came in, taking up spray from the icy falls, and blew there in the arms of the flowers, propping Desire up. ²¹With the face of a night whose moon is rising, with clusters of new shoots and rows of bees, with sheltering thickets of trees and vines, the flowering season was there. ²²Followed by troops of gandharvas with their singing and their instruments, Desire appeared, his bow and arrows taken up, herd-lord of the women of heaven.

²³Indra's servants saw him seated after his offering into the fire, his eyes closed, not to be assailed, like fire itself given a body.