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अगस्त्य उवाच-हयग्रीव दयासिन्धो भगवन् शिष्यवत्सल ।त्वत्तः श्रुतमशेषेण श्रोतव्यं यद्यदस्ति तत् ॥ १ ॥रहस्यनामसाहस्रमपि त्वत्तः श्रुतं मया ।इतः परं मे नास्त्येव श्रोतव्यमिति निश्चयः ॥ २ ॥तथापि मम चित्तस्य पर्याप्तिर्नैव जायते ।कार्त्स्न्यार्थः प्राप्य इत्येव शोचयिष्याम्यहं प्रभो ॥ ३ ॥किमिदं कारणं ब्रूहि ज्ञातव्यांशोऽस्ति वा पुनः ।अस्ति चेन्मम तद्ब्रूहि ब्रूहीत्युक्त्वा प्रणम्य तम् ॥ ४ ॥सूत उवाच-समाललम्बे तत्पादयुगलं कलशोद्भवः ।हयाननो भीतभीतः किमिदं किमिदं त्विति ॥ ५ ॥मुञ्च मुञ्चेति तं चोक्त्वा चिन्ताक्रान्तो बभूव सः ।चिरं विचार्य निश्चिन्वन्वक्तव्यं न मयेत्यसौ ॥ ६ ॥तूष्णीं स्थितः स्मरन्नाज्ञां ललिताम्बाकृतां पुरा ।
In plain words
Agastya spoke: O Hayagrīva, ocean of compassion, revered master who loves your disciples, I have heard from you everything there is to hear in its complete entirety. Even the secret thousand names have been received by me from your lips; beyond this, nothing more remains for me to hear—this is my absolute conviction. And yet, my heart finds no complete rest. Convinced that the ultimate fullness has not yet been reached, I shall remain tormented by this lack, O Lord. What is the cause of this? Tell me, or is there still some unrevealed fragment left to know? If there is, tell me, oh tell me! Having spoken thus and bowed at his feet, the pot-born sage grasped the lotus feet of the horse-faced deity, crying out in alarm, 'What is this? What is this?' Telling him, 'Let go, let go!' the deity was overcome with deep anxiety. Pondering long and deciding that this secret must not be uttered by him, Lord Hayagrīva remained utterly silent, remembering the strict command laid upon him long ago by Mother Lalitā.
Close to the Sanskrit
Agastya said: O Hayagrīva, ocean of compassion, O Bhagavan, affectionate to disciples, whatever is to be heard has been heard by me from you in its entirety. Even the thousand secret names have been heard by me from you; beyond this, there is nothing for me to hear, this is my firm conviction. Nevertheless, satisfaction of my mind does not arise at all; thinking that the full meaning is yet to be attained, I will grieve, O Lord. What is the cause of this? Tell me, or is there still a portion to be known? If there is, tell me that, tell me, saying thus and bowing to him, the pot-born sage clung to the pair of feet of the horse-faced one, who was thoroughly frightened, saying, 'What is this, what is this?' Saying to him, 'Release, release,' he became overcome with anxiety. Having reflected for a long time, determining that it should not be spoken by me, that horse-faced one remained silent, remembering the command formerly given by Mother Lalitā.