असतो भ्रान्तता सत्यरूपां जानातु कः कुतः ।जातेयं प्रौढिमापन्ना दोषायैवातताकृतिः
In plain words
Who could know — or from where — the delusiveness of the unreal wearing the very form of the real? This avidyā, once born, has grown to its full stature, its far-stretched form serving only to bring about fault.