Nagananda 4.28

4.28

āmodānanditālirnipatati kimiyaṃ puspavṛṣṭirnabhastaḥ?
svarge kiṃ vaiṣa cakraṃ mukharayati diśāṃ dundubhīnāṃ ninādaḥ?
āṃ jñātaṃ ! so 'pi manye mama javamarutā kampitaḥ pārijātaḥ
sarvaiḥ saṃvarttakābhrairidamapi rasitaṃ jātasaṃhāraśaṅkaiḥ //

Garuda (astonished).
Why now does this shower of flowers fall, rejoicing the bees with their fragrance? Or why does this noise of drums cause to re-echo the quarters of the sky? (Smiling.) Ah! I know what it is. I conjecture that even the tree of Paradise itself is shaken by the wind of my speed; and that the clouds of doomsday give forth their growl, anticipating the world's immediate annihilation.