The ocean, with silent waters, became perfectly calm like the accomplished saint who has gone through rigid penances and has acquired undisturbed tranquility of spirit. Everywhere the waters are as clear and pure as the minds of the wise who behold Vishnu in all things. The autumnal sky was perfectly free from clouds like the heart of the ascetic, whose cares have been devoured by the fire of devotion. The moon allayed the fervours of the sun as discrimination removes the pain consequent upon egotism.

In plain words: The ocean grew calm, like a saint who has found deep peace through discipline. The waters became clear, like the minds of wise people who see Vishnu in everything. The cloudless sky was like a devotee's heart with its worries burned away. The cool moon eased the sun's heat, the way clear thinking eases the pain of pride.