Surrounded by the herd's other elephants, including females, and followed by the young ones, Gajendra, perspiring, with liquid oozing from his temples, which swarms of bees drank as nectar, made Trikūṭa Mountain tremble all around because of the weight of his body. From a distance he could smell the pollen of the lotus flowers carried from the lake by the breeze. Surrounded by his associates, who were afflicted by thirst, he quickly came to the lake as was his custom. He came to the lake as was his custom (tat sarovarābhyāsam). This means without fear he would bathe there.