कयाचिदेव दैविक्या हृदि ग्रथितयानया ।तृष्णया भ्राम्यते व्योम्नि रज्ज्वेवार्कोऽन्वहं किल
In plain words
By this tṛṣṇā — a certain divine one, knotted fast within the heart — the sun is made to wander through the sky, as though pulled by a rope, day after day — so, indeed, they say.