कबलितदिननाथे दुर्दिने सान्द्रमेघै -र्व्यथयति हिमझञ्झावायुरुग्रो यथैतान् ।अविरततमसात्मन्यावृते मूढबुद्धिंक्षपयति बहुदुःखैस्तीव्रविक्षेपशक्तिः ॥ १४५ ॥
In plain words
Picture a bitter storm: the sun is swallowed by thick clouds, and a fierce, icy wind lashes at everyone caught outside. That is exactly what happens when the Self is buried under unbroken darkness -- the fierce power of projection sets in, and it wears the deluded mind down, sorrow after sorrow after sorrow.
Close to the Sanskrit
Just as, on a stormy day when the sun has been swallowed up by dense clouds, the fierce icy storm-wind torments these travelers, so too, when the Self is covered by unceasing darkness, the intense power of projection wears down the deluded mind with many sorrows.