शोभते परया लक्ष्म्या शरदीव नभस्तलम् ।आत्मन्येव न मात्युच्चैः कल्पस्यान्त इवार्णवः
In plain words
He shines with supreme splendour, like the vault of the sky in autumn; he cannot be contained even within himself, so vast, like the ocean at the end of a kalpa.