Sudhalahari 11

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śīte śokaṃ śaśāṅke kṛśatamarucitāmāśunāśaṃ niśāyāṃ dhikkāraṃ dhvāntavarge kumudapariṣadi prodgamaṃ dīnatāyāḥ /
pāṇḍityaṃ puṇḍarīkeṣvanudinamadhikāṃ kāntimāśāsu tanvannanvañcatyanvahaṃ dyāmuṣasi karuṇayā viśvavandyo vivasvān //

Spreading sorrow in the cold, extremely diminished splendor in the moon, swift destruction in the night, disdain in the masses of darkness, and the rise of wretchedness in night-lotuses, / while daily imparting skill in white lotuses and greater beauty in all directions—the Sun, adored by the universe, traverses the sky at dawn out of compassion.