Verse 28

अनारतपतज्वालभूतपर्णपरम्परा ।स्पन्दते मरुताऽऽमृष्टा संसृतिव्रततिश्चिरम्

In plain words

The creeper of transmigration, its unbroken line of leaves nothing but ceaselessly falling flames, trembles for long, stirred by the wind.