Verse 3

फूले कुसुम द्रुम बिबिधि रंग सुगन्ध के चहुँचाय। गुंजत मधुप मधुमत्त नाना रंग रस अंग फाब॥ सीरी सुगन्ध सुमन्द बात विनोद कन्द बहन्त। परत नेह उदोत हिय अभिलाष कामिनी कन्त ३॥

Flowering trees of many colors and fragrances blossom in every direction. Honey-maddened bees hum; their many hues make every limb of the pleasure grove lovely. A cool, fragrant, softly moving breeze, the very source of delight, blows. As it touches them, love dawns in the heart and the woman longs for her beloved. (3)