This Time is like an ocean. There is no island in it. Its other shore is beyond reach. Its boundary cannot be seen. Thinking even deeply, I do not see the end of this continuous steam that is the great ordainer of all things and that is, forsooth celestial.
नास्य द्वीप: कुतः पारो नावारः सम्प्रदृश्यते। नान्तमस्य प्रपश्यामि विधेर्दिव्यस्य चिन्तयन्॥