। ॥ १६२ ॥
In plain words
When the sun of Consciousness has climbed the sky, blazing with rays that cut through everything, the mirage of countless separate lives shimmers all around — falsely, and nothing but falsely.
Close to the Sanskrit
When the sharp-rayed sun of Consciousness has blazed forth with exceedingly piercing rays and has risen, the mirage of living beings of many kinds shimmers on all sides only falsely.