باب 11, Slok 24
Text
نَبھَہسَْپَْرِشَں دَِیپَْتَمَنَےکَوَرَْنَں وَْیَاتَْتَانَنَں دَِیپَْتَوَِشَالَنَےتَْرَمَْ | دَْرِشَْٹَْوَا ہَِ تَْوَاں پَْرَوَْیَتھَِتَانَْتَرَاتَْمَا دھَْرِتَِں نَ وَِنَْدَامَِ شَمَں چَ وَِشَْنَو ||۱۱-۲۴||
Transliteration
nabhaḥspṛśaṃ dīptamanekavarṇaṃ vyāttānanaṃ dīptaviśālanetram . dṛṣṭvā hi tvāṃ pravyathitāntarātmā dhṛtiṃ na vindāmi śamaṃ ca viṣṇo ||11-24||
Meanings
11.24 When I behold You touching the Supreme Heaven, shining, multicoloured, with yawning mouths and large resplendent eyes, my inner being trembles in fear. I am unable to find support or peace, O Visnu. - Adi