You the sport; you their contentment; you their intelligence, you their are are forgiveness, you their inclinations, you their beauty. You are the universe with its mobile and immobile objects. At the end of the age, it is you, O sinless one, who are called destruction.
रतिस्तुष्टि तिः क्षान्तिर्मतिः कान्तिश्चराचरम्। त्वमेवेह युगसन्तेषु निधनं प्रोच्यसेऽनध॥