Verse 3

यावच्छृणोमि विटपकुहरात्कानने वचः ।कुड्मलाम्भोजलग्नस्य षट्पदस्येव निःस्वनम्

In plain words

Just then, in that forest, I heard words coming from the hollow of a branch -- like the humming of a bee clinging to a lotus-bud.