He beat it and turned himself round; he whirled like a tree moved by the breeze. O sire, when I looked at him, he seemed to me a son of the immortals. My joy was extreme and I felt great pleasure.
तच्चाभिहत्य परिवर्ततेऽसौ वातेरितो वृक्ष इवावघूर्णन्। तं प्रेक्षतः पुत्रमिवामराणां प्रीतिः परा तात रतिश्च जाता॥