Gita Govinda 2.1.47

2.1.47

Today, as if from distress at the swallowings by serpents dwelling on its slopes, the wind of Mount Malaya / pursues the Lord's mountain with a desire to bathe in snow. / Moreover, seeing the buds at the tips of the glossy mango branches, from a surge of delight / the soft, loud voices of the cuckoos burst forth: “Kuhū! Kuhū!”