Verse 27

²⁷At the passing of the day he takes on a measure of darkness, his stride held back, everything overtaken by time, and he sits silent. ²⁸As the night comes on, the three worlds, earth and the rest, are shut away in him, and moon and sun are let go. ²⁹When the three worlds are burning by the power of the fire of Sankarsana, Bhrgu and the others, hurt by the heat, go up from Maharloka to Janas. ³⁰Then in a moment the seas, swollen at the aeon's end, flood the three worlds, their waves driven up by wild winds with a huge uproar. ³¹Within that water Hari sits, with the Endless for his seat, his eyes closed in the sleep of yoga, praised by those who dwell in Janas.