करचरणसरोजे कान्तिमन्नेत्रमीनेश्रममुषि भुजवीचिव्याकुलेऽगाधमार्गे ।हरिसरसि विगाह्यापीय तेजोजलौघंभवमरुपरिखिन्नः खेदमद्य त्यजामि ॥ ९ ॥
In plain words
Worn out in the desert of worldly life, I plunge into the lake that is Hari, whose lotuses are his hands and feet, whose fish are his shining eyes, whose waves are his arms, whose depths are past fathoming and which steals all toil away; and drinking its flood of waters that are light, today I lay my weariness down.
करचरणसरोजे कान्तिमन्नेत्रमीनेश्रममुषि भुजवीचिव्याकुलेऽगाधमार्गे ।हरिसरसि विगाह्यापीय तेजोजलौघंभवमरुपरिखिन्नः खेदमद्य त्यजामि ॥ ९ ॥