The cool wind blowing over the _talao_ caused the water slightly to wet the lotus flowers, gave the reflected sky an appearance of trembling, and murmured in the leaves above Kunda Nandini's head.

The scent of the flowers of the _bakul_ tree pervaded the air, mingled with that of jasmine and other blossoms.

Everywhere fireflies flew in the darkness over the clear water, dancing, sparkling, becoming extinguished.

Flying foxes talked to each other; jackals howled to keep off other animals.

A few clouds having lost their way wandered over the sky; one or two stars fell as though overwhelmed with grief.