Verse 109

Glance

मन्ये मौर्ख्यमयी सृष्टिरियमत्यन्तपेलवा ।वास्तरङ्गप्रवाहेण कणशः परिशीर्यते

In plain words

I think this creation, made wholly of folly, is utterly fragile — it crumbles away, grain by grain, in the mere flow of a wave of water.