Verse 48

मेघमालामिव मरुद्व्यालो नीलाब्जिनीमिव ।यामिनीमिव तीक्ष्णांशुस्तामप्याशु लुलाव सः

In plain words

As wind scatters a garland of clouds, as a wild elephant tramples a blue lotus-pond, as the sharp-rayed sun dispels the night — he too, swiftly, tore through that sleep.