प्रवृत्तोपि महावर्षे तस्योल्का न प्रशाम्यति |
धाराणामन्तरे चोल्कां भ्रामयन् स हि गच्छति ||
चात्तुर्यं तस्य बालस्य त्वन्यबालकदुर्लभम् |
अवलोक्य प्रेमनिधिश्चाश्चर्यचकितोsभवत् ||
Even while it was a heavy down pour, the flame of his torch did not get extinguished, He was rotating playfully that torch in the midst of the pouring rain-drops. Finding this shrewdness and courage of the boy, unusual in the children of that age, Premanidhi was shivering with astonishment.