तूरि सलिल् ख॑टु् ता॑य् तूरिह्यम्य त्रि गैय् भिन्ना भिन्न् विमर्शा ।चैतन्य रव् भाति सब् समे,शिवमय् च़राच़र् ज़ग् पश्या ॥ १६ ॥
In plain words
Cold made the water hard, and cold made snow and ice: to one who reflects, the three are different and yet not different. When the sun of Caitanya shines, all become the same. See the world, moving and unmoving, full of Śiva.