Matsyapurana 37.12

37.12

santaḥ pratiṣṭhā hi sukhacyutānāṃ satāṃ sadaivāmararājakalpa
te saṃgatāḥ sthāvarajaṅgameśāḥ pratiṣṭhitastvaṃ sadṛśeṣu satsu //

Aṣṭaka.—“O, young soul, beautiful like Indra, shining like fire, and brilliant like the sun among the planets! Who are you? O, being, shining like the fire and the sun and falling from the path of the sun, on seeing you going down, we are confused and are in doubt whether the time has not come for all of us to fall. We have come to make enquiries about you, but we are bewildered by your power. You do not seem to heed us and make enquiries about us; consequently, we make ourselves bold to ask you the reason of your fall from the heavens. O Soul, beautiful like Indra, cast away your fears, grief and delusion. Nobody can view you with disrespect when you are standing face to face with high souls. The good ones are empowered to support the fallen. Here are the good, the lord of the moveable and the immoveable creations, and you are now in this holy company. Fire is lord in imparting heat, the Earth is lord with regard to those things which fecundate, the Sun is lord of all objects that shine; so a guest is lord to all good men.”—6-13.