Shatakatraya 3.85

3.85

sphurat-sphāra-jyotsnādhavalita-tale kvāpi puline
sukhāsīnāḥ śānta-dhvantisu rajanīṣu dyu-saritaḥ |
bhavābhogodvignāḥ śiva śiva śivety uccavacasaḥ
kadā yāsyāmo 'targata-bahula-bāṣpākula-daśām ||

When, seated comfortably on some sandbank of the river of heaven
whitened by the radiant, full moonlight during nights when darkness is stilled,
agitated by the expanse of worldly existence, crying out aloud, 'Śiva, Śiva, Śiva!',
shall we attain a state overwhelmed by deep inner tears?