When Kamadeva reached the sage’s retreat, he created a false spring by his magic art. Many coloured blossoms appeared on the trees of different kinds; cuckoos sang and bees murmured.

A delightful breeze sprang up, cool, soft and fragrant fanning the flame of passion; while Rambha and other heavenly nymphs, who looked ever young and were all well skilled in the art of love,-

-began singing songs of varied pitch and modulation and sported in many ways, ball in hand. Kamadeva was delighted to see his assistants there and employed a variety of deceptive tricks

But his amorous devices had no effect upon the sage, and then guilty Kamadeva feared for his own safety. Can anyone encroach upon his bounds who has the great Ramapati (Lakshmi’s lord) for a guardian?

In dire dismay Kamadeva with his assistants acknowledged his defeat; he went and clasped the sage’s feet, addressing him in accents of deep humility.

There was no wrath in Narada’s heart at all; he comforted Kamadeva with loving words. Then, bowing his head before the sage’s feet and obtaining his leave, Love retired with his assistants.

Reaching the court of heaven’s Lord, he related the story of his own doings and of the sage’s clemency. All were amazed when they heard of it; they extolled the sage and bowed their heads to Hari.