With the waters of the streamlets falling down, the mountain looked as if its clothes were getting loosened. That handsome son of Vayu (wind) playfully and cheerfully went on, pushing away innumerable entwining creepers. The stags stared at him in curiosity with grass in their mouth; and as they never knew what fear was, they were not frightened and they did not run away. Eager to fulfill the desire of his beloved, that hero of beautiful eyes,
स्रस्तांशुकमिवाक्षोभ्यैर्निम्नगानिः सृतैर्जलैः। सशष्पकवलैः स्वस्थैदूरपरिवर्तिभिः॥ भयानभिज्ञैर्हरिणैः कौतूहलनिरीक्षितः। चालयन्नुरुवेगेन लताजालान्यनेकशः॥ आक्रीडमानो हृष्टात्मा श्रीमान् वायुसुतो ययौ। प्रियामनोरथं कर्तुमुद्यतश्चारुलोचनः॥