O Lord of lords, O refuge of the worlds, please be gracious to me. I cannot keep my balance seeing thus Your blazing, deathlike faces and awful teeth. I am bewildered in all directions.

Arjuna loses his directions — literally and spiritually disoriented. He doesn't know where to look, where to turn. The faces burning like the fires of cosmic dissolution are too much. And so he does the only thing left: he begs for grace. "Please be gracious to me." When all capacity is exceeded, surrender is the only movement possible.