This is the time of sunrise: the reverend Night has departed. O child, this gracefully sable-hued bird, the Coel, has began to warble, and I hear the cries of peacocks uttering notes in the woods. O amiable one, we will cross the Jāhnavī, fast rushing to the ocean.
भास्करोदयकालोऽसौ गता भगवती निशा। असौ सुकृष्णो विहगः कोकिलस्तात कूजति॥ बर्हिणानां च निर्घोषः श्रूयते नदतां वने। तराम जाह्नवीं सौम्य शीघ्रगां सागरङ्गमाम्॥