योनिष्वनेकविधदुःखशतान्वितासु भ्रान्तं मयोन्नमनसन्नमनाकुलाङ्ग्या । संसारदीर्घसरितश्चलया लहर्या दुर्वारवातहरिणीसरणक्रमेण ॥ ५९ ॥
yōniṣvanēkavidhaduḥkhaśatānvitāsu bhrāntaṁ mayōnnamanasannamanākulāṅgyā | saṁsāradīrghasaritaścalayā laharyā durvāravātahariṇīsaraṇakramēṇa || 59 ||
Translation
So I have wandered through wombs filled with hundreds of sorrows of many kinds, my limbs troubled by rising and sinking, like a restless wave of the long river of becoming, running like a doe before an irresistible wind.
Word by word
- yōniṣv
- (yoniṣu) through wombs
- anēka
- many
- vidha
- of kinds
- duḥkha
- sorrows
- śata
- of hundreds
- anvitāsu
- filled with
- bhrāntaṁ
- have wandered
- mayā
- I
- unnamana
- by rising
- sannamana
- and sinking
- ākula
- troubled
- aṅgyā
- my limbs
- saṁsāra
- of becoming
- dīrgha
- long
- saritaś
- (saritaḥ) of the river
- calayā
- restless
- laharyā
- like a wave
- durvāra
- irresistible
- vāta
- before a wind
- hariṇī
- like a doe
- saraṇa
- running
- kramēṇa
- in the way of
Meaning
The sarga ends in a vasantatilakā verse. Eight hundred births, high and low, joyful and wretched, and the summary is one image: a wave on a long river, rising and falling, never resting. The list was not of progress; it was of restlessness. This is the dispassion the tale was told to teach.