सितनखगणतारकावकीर्णं स्मितधवलाननपीवरेन्दुबिम्बम् ।हृदयमणिमरीचिजालगङ्गं हरिशरदम्बरमाततं प्रपद्ये
In plain words
I take refuge in Hari, spread wide like the autumn sky — strewn with stars that are the clusters of his bright nails, his face the full orb of the moon, white with his smile, whose Gaṅgā is the very web of rays streaming from the jewel upon his heart.