The whole forest was maddened by the sweet notes of Kokilas and echoed with the hum of intoxicated bees. It was the season of spring and the forest in which the king was roaming was as beautiful as the gardens of Kubera.
कोकिलाकुलसंनादं मत्तभ्रमरनादितम्। वसन्तकाले तत्तस्य वनं चैत्ररथोपमम्॥