Nagananda 1.12

1.12

madhuramiva vadanti svāgataṃ bhṛṅgaśabdai-
rnatimiva phalanamraiḥ kurvate 'mī śirobhiḥ /
mama dadata ivārghyaṃ puṣpavṛṣṭīḥ kirantaḥ
kathamatithisaparyyāṃ śikṣitāḥ śākhino 'pi //

Jímútaváhana (looking about, with astonishment).
Oh, the tranquil charms of an ascetic grove! The basins at the foot of the young trees are kept full by the daughters of the hermits. Its fuel is cut fresh and fresh by the reciting pupils, whilst the detail of the doubtful passages of the Veda is constantly discussed by the Munis, who delight in the task. Even these trees, taught respect for a guest, seem to utter a sweet welcome with the murmuring of bees, and make, so to speak, an obeisance with their heads bowed down with fruit; sprinkling a rain of flowers, they present me, as it were, a propitiatory offering. Hence this ascetic grove is well suited for a dwelling place. I think we shall have peace while living here.