Verse 34

इक फलका दल मनि कंज मंजुल प्रति दलन आंदोल। सब सखिन युत झूलन लगे सियलाल मनरस लोल॥ तब मदन भेरि मृदंग बाजे इत सघन घन घोर। चमकै चमाचम चंचला चक मोर मच्यो सोर ३४॥

Each swing-board forms a petal of a lovely jeweled lotus; every petal is set swaying. With all the companions, Sita and her beloved begin to swing, their minds restless with rasa. Then Love’s kettledrums and mridangas sound while dense clouds thunder; lightning flashes again and again, and partridges and peacocks raise a clamor. (34)