Nagananda 4.24

4.24

śayitena māturaṅke visrabdhaṃ śaiśave na tat prāptam /
labdhaṃ sukhaṃ mayāsyā vadhyaśilāyā yadutsaṅge //

Jímútaváhana.
The seasonable arrival of this pair of red garments gives me the greatest pleasure, inasmuch as I desire to give myself up for another. (Looking in all directions.) From the violence of this wind, which shakes the mighty rocks of the Malayan peaks, I suspect that the king of birds is now close at hand. See, the expanse of his wings obscures the sky, like the clouds at doomsday; the wind caused by his rush casts the waters of ocean on the shore, as if for another deluge; and,—raising an apprehension of the sudden ending of the world, and watched with terror by the elephants that support the earth,—with the refulgence of his body, which shines like the twelve suns. he spreads a lurid red gleam over the ten quarters of the sky. Therefore now, while Śankhachúda is away, I will quickly mount the execution rock. (Does so and, sits down, starting as if enraptured.) Oh, the rapture of its touch! Not so much does Malayavatí delight me, moist with sandal-juice of Malaya, as this rock of execution, which I embrace to the furtherance of my desired object. Or rather—what need of mentioning Malayavatí? Not such joy is attained by one in childhood, lying peacefully in his mother's lap, as by me on the slope of this rock of execution. Here comes Garuda. I must veil myself.