When a wife proceeds to enjoy the union of her husband in his bed at night, no talk of any noble, elderly or holy person appeals to her.
As the moon rises, the ruddy sheldrake is immensely pleased and gazing at it with concentration of mind, is unaware of his own body even.
Just as a bumble bee is so engrossed in the sweet smelling nectar of the flower, that it gets trapped in the box-like lotus flower when the Sun sets.
Similarly a devoted slave disciple goes to the refuge of the holy feet of the True Guru; enjoying His sight and entranced in His love, he keeps smiling within while relishing the divine spectacle. (433)