Shatakatraya 3.10

3.10

āśā nāma nadī manoratha-jalā tṛṣṇā-taraṅgākulā
rāga-grāhavatī vitarka-vihagā dhairya-druma-dhvaṃsinī |
mohāvarta-sudustarātigahanā prottuṅga-cintā-taṭī
tasyāḥ para-gatā viśuddham alaso nandanti yogīśvarāḥ ||

Hope is a river whose waters are fantasies, churned with waves of craving,
infested with the crocodiles of passion, with doubt as its birds, uprooting the tree of fortitude;
impassable and exceedingly deep with whirlpools of delusion, having towering banks of anxiety:
having reached its opposite shore, masters among yogins rejoice, purely free from toil.