Verse 8

मग्नोन्मग्नैः प्रतिस्कन्धमाश्रितैश्चमरैः सितैः ।पूर्णं मुहुर्दृष्टनष्टैः संवत्सरमिवेन्दुभिः

In plain words

full, on every bough, with white yak-tail tufts that plunge and rise, again and again glimpsed and gone, as a year is full of its moons,