Verse 58

तर्पिताशाचकोरेण चित्तरत्नरसैषिणा ।राजहंसविलासिन्यः प्रालेयशिशिराङ्गिकाः

In plain words

— a grace that has sated the cakora-bird of longing, that seeks the sap of the mind's jewel — sporting like royal swans, their limbs cool as frost,