Nagananda 4.25

4.25

kṣiptvā bimbaṃ himaṃśorbhayakṛtavalayāṃ saṃmarañcheṣamūrtti
sānandaṃ syandanāśvatrasanavicalite pūṣṇi dṛṣṭo 'grajena /
eṣa prāntāvasajjajjaladharapaṭalaiarāyatībhūtapakṣaḥ
prāpto velāmahīdhraṃ malayamahigrāsagṛdhnuḥ kṣaṇena //

Garuda.
Here I am, in a moment arrived on the shore side of the Malayan Mount, greedy to devour the Nága. When I saw the moon's disk, I was reminded of the form of Śesha coiled up in a circle through fear. My elder brother joyfully recognised me, when the sun was shaken by the sudden start of his chariot steeds as I passed. My long wings, as I fly, stretch out still longer by reason of the clouds, that hang from them in festoons.