जरामरणपर्वायाः सुखदुःखफलावलेः ।आरूढमूलमालाया मोहसेकजलाञ्जलेः
In plain words
whose joints are old age and death, whose clusters of fruit are pleasure and pain, whose garland of roots has climbed and taken firm hold, whose handfuls of water are the sprinklings of delusion —