उन्निद्रकोकनदकोमलकोशकृष्ट-मग्नालिजालमकरन्दसुवर्णरागैः ।आपिङ्गले मरुति वाति विलोलघण्टा-टांकारगीतविनिपीतनिशान्तगीते
In plain words
-- when the wind was blowing, tawny with the golden hues of the nectar drawn from the soft calyxes of the wide-awake red lotuses where swarms of bees lay sunk, the songs of night's end drunk up by the tinkling chime of the swaying bells --