tena pādapamuktena puṣpaugheṇa sugandhinā| sarvataḥ saṃvṛtaḥ śailo babhau puṣpamayo yathā
With heaps of flowers full of fragrance fallen down from the trees all over the mountain, it looked as though it was a mountain of flowers.
— M.N. Dutt (1891)
The mountain becomes a mountain of flowers — a vision of beauty born from effort. The fragrance (sugandhi) of the fallen blossoms fills the scene, transforming the moment of departure into something almost ceremonial. Hanuman's leap begins not in darkness but in a shower of blossoms.