Verse 31

²⁴The women danced before him, and the singers sang, and with drums and lutes and tabors they made music to delight the mind. ²⁵Then Desire fitted the five-mouthed shaft to his bow, and Spring and Passion's Child, Indra's servants, set to work shaking the sage's mind. ²⁶Punjikasthali was playing with her balls, her waist much troubled by the weight of her breasts, the garland slipping loose from her hair; ²⁷and as she moved after the ball with her glance wandering this way and that, the wind carried off her fine garment and broke her girdle. ²⁸Then Desire let his arrow fly, thinking the sage already beaten by him. All of it there came to nothing, like the effort of one who has no power.

²⁹Doing him this harm, sage, they were burned by the heat of the sage and turned back, like children who have woken a snake. ³⁰Though the great sage was assailed in this way by Indra's followers, brahmin, that he did not come to the state of I-making is no wonder in the great. ³¹Seeing Desire and his troop with their heat gone out of them, and hearing what the brahmin sage could do, the revered self-ruling one came to the utmost astonishment.