Padukasahasra 1.12

My speech—whose five or six words are produced in an instant due to limited intellect— / directed toward you, an object for the efforts of celebrated poets, / to whom on the earth's surface would it not be laughable, O supporter of Hari's foot, / like a puff of breath from a mouth shaken repeatedly by a whirlwind?

Although the superiority of the object and my own inferiority are beyond doubt, / made garrulous by audacity born of the majesty of devotion which has obstacles to the rise of joy,