असत्कल्पैर्विकल्पैर्यत्संसारो न जितो मुधा ।स्तोकेनाशु लयं याति क्वासद्वस्तु चिरं स्थितम्
In plain words
That saṃsāra, made of vikalpas that are all but unreal, goes unconquered is for nothing: with just a little it swiftly dissolves — where has an unreal thing stood for long?