Thus as he spoke he lightly pressed With his broad hand the mountain’s crest, Then bounded upward to the height Of heaven, rejoicing in his might, And through the fields of boundless blue, The pathway of his father, flew.

In plain words: Hanuman lightly touches the mountain's peak with his hand, then leaps high into the sky, happy in his strength. He flies on through the blue sky, the path of his father the Wind.