prabhaJjano raJjayituM nikuJja-rAjau vyarAjiSTa mudA tadAnIm |
manye prabudhya zlatha-durbalAGgo drutaM prayAtuM na tarAM zazAka || 15 ||
Then a gentle breeze joyfully arose just to please Radha-Krishna, the king and queen of the bowers. I think this soft breeze wafted through the air so slowly because it too had just awakened from its slumber and could barely move its tired and listless limbs. (KRSNa-BhAvanAmRtam 1.17)
yA vRkSa-vallyo vyakasaMs tadaiva tAz cumbaMs tadAmoda-bharair dizo-daza |
prasAritaiH zvAsapatha-pravezitair bhRGgAvalIr jAgarayAM-cakAra saH || 16 ||
Kissing the flowering creepers as it drifted along, this breeze bore their sweet fragrances throughout the forest and awakened the sleeping bees. (KRSNa-BhAvanAmRtam 1.18)
