यतः सर्वं जातं वियदनिलमुख्यं जगदिदंस्थितौ निःशेषं योऽवति निजसुखांशेन मधुहा ।लये सर्वं स्वस्मिन्हरति कलया यस्तु स विभुःशरण्यो लोकेशो मम भवतु कृष्णोऽक्षिविषयः ॥ २ ॥
In plain words
Everything came out of him — space first, then wind, then this whole world. While it stands, he holds every last part of it in being with one fragment of his own joy; he is the one who killed Madhu. When it ends, he draws all of it back into himself with a sliver of himself. He pervades everything, he is shelter, he is lord of the worlds. May Kṛṣṇa be what my eyes actually see.
Close to the Sanskrit
From whom all this world, having space and wind as its first elements, was born; who, in the phase of its continuance, protects it entirely, without remainder, by a portion of his own bliss — he, the slayer of Madhu; and who, at dissolution, draws all of it into himself by a mere fraction of himself — that all-pervading one, worthy of refuge, lord of the worlds: may Kṛṣṇa become the object of my eyes.