As the seasons unfolded in divine succession, the mountain realm was transformed in wondrous ways. First, the landscape was adorned by elegant cranes, their white plumage shining like the crest of water-lilies. Flashes of clear lightning danced across the sky, their laughter echoing in the restless, tawny beauty of the surroundings. Everywhere, fresh shoots sprouted from creepers, trees, and young bamboo clumps, adding to the mountain’s charm. The loud calls of great frogs, awakened by the loving touch of auspicious rainclouds, resounded throughout the land. Even the proud hearts of passionate women, angered with their beloveds, were instantly captivated and their pride broken by the enchanting, momentary cries of peacocks. The rainbow, twisted like the crescent moon, shone brilliantly near the masses of rainclouds, adorning every corner with its radiant, beautiful form. Delightful, fragrant breezes, cooled by contact with dense, rain-filled clouds, shook the lovely locks of celestial women with their charming, flower-scented moisture. As the moon’s disk was hidden by roaring clouds, the fresh, rain-soaked, beautiful grass became the object of longing for the anxious eyes of travelers’ wives, their sighs smoky with yearning. The sound of swan-anklets filled the air, and the landscape was adorned with uplifted breasts, garlands of flashing lightning, and clear, lotus-like eyes. At the mountain maiden’s wedding, the rainy season appeared, its beauty enhanced by the fragrance of flowers. Swans, frightened by the deep rumble of dark clouds, moved about as pure streams lifted up lotuses, and every limb was adorned with pollen. Freed from the cloak of clouds, her breasts blossomed like lotus buds, and the jingling of swan-anklets resounded as she filled every direction with abundant crops. The mountain’s broad, sandy banks became like hips, girdled by the cooing of cranes and captivating with eyes as dark as blooming blue lotuses. Her lips shone like ripe bimba fruit, smiling with jasmine-white teeth, and her dark, tender limbs were adorned by the fresh shoots of new black creepers. She delighted the hearts of all the dwellers of heaven with a necklace of moonbeams flowing over her throat and chest. Her speech was sweet, filled with the melodious songs of intoxicated bees, and she was adorned with lovely earrings made of swaying clusters of water-lilies. She wore the tender shoots of red aśoka trees as finger ornaments, and her garments were made from the gathered flowers of that tree. Her feet were tipped by red lotuses, her nails like jasmine blossoms, her thighs as lovely as banana trunks, and her face shone like the moon. Endowed with every auspicious mark and adorned with all ornaments, she touched her beloved with affection, charming as a loving woman. With the dark cloud-veil cast off, her face became full as the full moon, her eyes like blue lotuses, and her breasts bursting like lotuses under the sun’s rays. She delighted hearts with breezes fragrant with the pollen of many flowers, and the sound of swan-anklets filled the air at the goddess’s wedding. Thus, the autumn season appeared. Soon, the two radiant seasons, Hemanta and Śiśira, arrived, flooding all directions with exceedingly cool waters. As they came, the great mountain Himavat quickly shone, adorned by showers of icy powder and appearing as if covered in silver. The Himalaya gleamed, unfathomable, like the ocean of milk, its peaks covered in layers of snow, like a lord of the earth with great white parasols. With the change of seasons, the great mountain became suddenly fulfilled, like a wicked man who has achieved his aim, through noble treatment. Breezes stirred the passions of gods and celestial women, blowing repeatedly, while clear, water-filled ponds, adorned with blossoms of lotuses and water-lilies, beautified the scene. At the marriage of the guru’s daughter, the season of spring arrived. The women, with slightly swelling breasts, became even more beautiful, and the lakes, neither too hot nor too cold, were tinged golden by the pollen of lotuses. Priyangu shrubs and mango trees, and mangoes with priyangu, seemed to challenge each other, shining with their clusters of blossoms. On the white, snowy peaks, clusters of tilaka flowers shone, gathered together like elders assembled for a purpose. Blooming aśoka creepers clung to śāla trees, like the arms of passionate women entwined around their beloveds’ necks. The mountain was graced by a great variety of trees: aśoka, sarja, arjuna, kovidāra, puṃnāga, nāgeśvara, karṇikāra, clove, tāla, aguru, saptaparṇa, banyan, śobhāñjana, coconut, and many others. Other trees, bearing fruit and flowers, appeared in delightful forms. The lakes, filled with golden water, were frequented by chakravāka, kāraṇḍava, and swan birds. Lakes blooming with lotuses, water-lilies, and fish were graced by ducks, dātyūha, and cranes. Birds of many kinds, adorned with various colors, were seen in the trees with their splendid wings. As they played, they challenged each other, making sounds, their bodies stirred by passion. On that mountain, at the wedding of the mountain’s daughter, gentle, pleasantly cool breezes blew. Winds born from Mount Malaya gently dropped even pure white flowers from the trees, and all the auspicious seasons shone, their forms mingled together. Jasmine vines flourished, mutually supporting each other with the songs of intoxicated bees and heaps of stone flowers. The waters became blue with blue lotuses, white with white stalks of lotus, and red with red lotuses, their leaves frequented by swarms of intoxicated bees. In some broad waters, golden lotuses appeared everywhere; in others, beautiful beryl stalks; and in some lakes, groves of lotuses sprang up on all sides. There were delightful ponds, blooming with lotuses and blue water lilies, filled with various birds, and lined with rows of golden steps. The peaks of the mountain, adorned with abundantly blossoming karṇikāra trees, rose up continuously, shining like gold. All the directions became colored by pāṭala trees, whose slightly split blossoms and red petals swayed in the wind. On the mountain, flourishing kṛṣṇa, arjuna, tenfold blue aśoka, and other great trees, all in full bloom, seemed to compete with one another, completing the vision of the mountain's divine beauty in every season.