Verse 47

तेजस्युपरते तस्य घूर्णमानं मनो मुनेः ।निशाब्जवदगान्निद्रा लोलं क्षीबवदेव वा

In plain words

When that light had subsided, the muni's mind began to reel; sleep came over it, as a night-lotus closes, wavering, as though drunk.