स्मितज्योत्स्नाजालं तव वदनचन्द्रस्य पिबतांचकोराणामासीदतिरसतया चञ्चुजडिमा ।अतस्ते शीतांशोरमृतलहरीमाम्लरुचयःपिबन्ति स्वच्छन्दं निशिनिशि भृशं काञ्जिकधिया ॥ ६३ ॥
In plain words
The cakora birds drink the moonlight of your smile — the moon of your face pours it out — and it is so sweet their beaks go numb. Now they want something sour. So night after night they help themselves, long deep draughts of the sky-moon's nectar, taking it for thin sour gruel.
Close to the Sanskrit
For the cakora birds drinking the net of moonlight that is the smile of the moon of your face, there arose, from its excessive sweetness, a numbness of the beak. Therefore they, now having a taste for the sour, drink freely, night after night, in deep draughts, the nectar-wave of the cool-rayed moon, with the notion that it is sour gruel.