Verse 13

¹³Every creature of the water and the land, by attending on the new water, took on a lovely shape, as by attending on Hari. ¹⁴The sea, joined by the rivers, was troubled and its waves went up in the wind, like the mind of an unripe yogin, smeared with desire, when it is joined to the strands. ¹⁵The mountains, beaten by the falling rain, did not suffer, like those whose minds are set on the one beyond the reach of the senses when troubles come down on them. ¹⁶The roads grew doubtful, unswept and covered over with grass, like the sacred texts when the twice-born no longer go over them, struck down by time. ¹⁷The lightnings, whose friendship is a shifting thing, would not stay steady in the clouds, the friends of the world, as women full of desire will not stay with men of quality.

¹⁸The bow of great Indra showed in the sky with no string to it, in what has strings, as the Person without strands shows in the plain working together of the strands.