मुक्ताफलप्रतिफलप्रतिमार्करश्मिरागोदरास्वजिरभूमिषु पुष्पकौघम् ।नासादयत्यभिनवातपबिम्बबुद्ध्या भ्रान्ते भ्रमत्यलिकुले नभसीव मेघे
In plain words
-- when, on the courtyard floors reddened within by the sun's rays mirrored back from the pearls, the swarm of bees, taking the mass of flowers there for a disc of fresh sunlight, did not settle on it but wandered bewildered, like a cloud in the sky --