Looking at the clear sky, rich with stars, the fowler began to advance, still trembling with cold. Seeing the sky cleared of clouds, he looked around and finding that he had already been benighted, he began to think.
घनैर्मुक्तं नभो दृष्ट्वा लुब्धकः शीतविह्वलः॥ दिशो विलोकयामास विगाढां प्रेक्ष्य शर्वरीम्।