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प्रशान्तमोहमिहिकं राजते हृदयाम्बरम् ।निर्मलालोकवलितं नीरजस्कतरान्तरम्

In plain words

The sky of the heart, its mist of delusion fully stilled, gleams -- wreathed in stainless light, its depths grown ever more free of dust.