त्वत्तीरे मरणं तु मङ्गलकरं देवैरपि श्लाघ्यतेशक्रस्तं मनुजं सहस्रनयनैर्द्रष्टुं सदा तत्परः ।आयान्तं सविता सहस्रकिरणैः प्रत्युद्गतोऽभूत्सदापुण्योऽसौ वृषगोऽथवा गरुडगः किं मन्दिरं यास्यति ॥
In plain words
To die on your bank is itself a blessing, and even the gods speak of it with envy. Indra keeps all thousand of his eyes turned that way, waiting for a glimpse of that one mortal. And when the man comes, the Sun has always risen and gone out to meet him with a thousand rays. This blessed one — riding the bull, or riding Garuḍa — which house will he arrive at?
Close to the Sanskrit
Death on your bank is indeed auspiciousness-producing; it is praised even by the gods. Śakra is always intent on beholding that human being with his thousand eyes. As he comes, the Sun with his thousand rays has always gone forth to meet him. This meritorious one — bull-borne, or Garuḍa-borne — which abode will he go to?