The sky is clear like to a sword—the streams have become of feeble currents—the wind, cool and scented with the fragrance of while esculent waterlilies, is blowing—and quarters have become devoid of darkness.
व्यक्तं नभः शस्त्रविधौतवर्ण कृशप्रवाहाणि नदीजलानि। कह्लारशीताः पवनाः प्रवान्ति तमो विमुक्ताश्च दिशः प्रकाशाः॥