Arrived there, he sat himself down with a delighted mind. While sitting there, O son of Kunti, a swect, charming, and auspicious breeze, carrying the perfume of many kinds of flowers, began to blow softly, cooling the limbs of Gautama and filling him with divine pleasure, O king.
तमासाद्य मुदा युक्तस्तस्याधस्तादुपाविशत्॥ तत्रासीनस्य कौन्तेय गौतमस्य पुष्पाणि समुपम्पृश्य प्रववावनिल: शुभः। ह्लादयन् सर्वगात्राणि गौतमस्य तदा नृप॥