The Story of Surasundarī 2.142

2.142

aïtaṇutaṇaggasaṅgayajalalavatullammi jīviyavvammi
niddāsaṅgē jaṁ puṇa uṭṭhijjaï taṁ mahacchariyaṁ

When life is like a drop of water clinging to the tip of an exceedingly thin blade of grass,
that one should actually rise again when embraced by sleep—that is the great marvel.