Verse 34

कच्चित्तव दिगन्तेषु चन्द्रस्येवाशुपञ्जरम् ।तुषारनिकराकारं प्रसृतं पावनं यशः

In plain words

Has your pure fame, white in form like a heap of frost, spread to the ends of the quarters, like the moon's lattice of rays?