kṣaṇamālokavimalā sāndhakāralavā kṣaṇam / vyomavīthyupamā tṛṣṇā nīhāragahanā kṣaṇam // 
Our wishes are sometimes as pure as light and at others as foul as darkness; now they are as clear as the milky way, and again as obscure as thickest mists.  