पतितः खात्कदम्बाग्रे पत्रपुष्पफलाकुले ।तूष्णीं निर्वृष्टमुक्तात्मा शृङ्गाग्र इव तोयदः
In plain words
fell from the sky onto the crown of a kadamba tree crowded with leaves, flowers and fruit — silent, my burden of rain already spent, like a raincloud settling on a mountain-peak.