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The thirty-seventh chapter, with the Asoka bud and the mango blossom as ear ornaments, she, adorned with a champaka-scented braid, was radiant in spring. (11) In spring, her eyes were red with the intoxication of honey, and her gait was unsteady. Bharata, the king, thought her to be like the embodiment of the beauty of intoxication. (11) The spring, with its beautiful buzzing of bees and the sweet chirping of cuckoos, seemed to be praising the king Bharata in a sweet and melodious way. (120) The sweet sound of the cuckoos, mixed with the buzzing of bees, seemed like the sudden attack of Kamadeva with his drums. (121) The month of Chaitra, fragrant with the scent of mango groves, full of blooming lotuses, and perfuming all directions, was spreading everywhere. (122) The Malaya breeze, carrying the buzzing of bees, seemed to be proclaiming the rule of the king Kamadeva. (123) People thought that the moon, tinged with the redness of the evening, was like the fierce, blood-stained fangs of the demon Kamadeva, who devours the world. (124) In that spring, when the cuckoos and bees were all intoxicated, no human being, except the sages who had betrayed Kamadeva, was not intoxicated. (125) In the evening, after bathing in the cool water, she, with her cool body, soothed the heat of Kamadeva's fire in Bharata's body. (126) Embracing his beloved Subhadra tightly with both arms, he found peace in his body, her beautiful creeper-like arms smeared with sandalwood paste. (127) She, suffering from the fever of Kamadeva and unable to bear the intense heat of summer, soothed him with the cool touch of her body. (128)