Verse 33

अनया तीक्ष्णया तात च्छिन्धि बुद्धिशलाकया ।वात्ययेवाम्बुदं काले वहन्त्या वितते पदे

In plain words

— cut it, dear one, with this sharp needle that is buddhi, as a whirlwind in season, sweeping across the vast expanse, scatters a cloud.