Verse 3

अवश्यायकणाकर्षी परामृष्टेन्दुमण्डलः ।ज्योत्स्नाकवलनालोको बभौ प्राभातिकोऽनिलः

In plain words

The morning breeze, drawing off the beads of dew, having brushed against the orb of the moon, its glimmer as if devouring the moonlight, shone forth.