O Lakshmana the female birds praised by their flocks, are united with their male partners. Enjoying the sweet sounds of large black bees, they are singing melodiously. [4-1-27]
These trees seem to enkindle my passion through all sorts of sounds like the loud cackle of swamphens and the sweet warble of the male cuckoos. [4-1-28]
अशोकस्तबकाङ्गारष्षट्पदस्वननिःस्वनः | मां हि पल्लवताम्रार्चिर्वसन्ताग्निः प्रधक्ष्यति || ४-१-२९
The fire of spring with clusters of Asoka flowers as its charcoal, its coppercoloured tender leaves as flames, the buzz of bees as its crackle will, as if, consume me. [4-1-29]