Bhagavad Gita 11.21
अमी हि त्वां सुरसङ्घाः विशन्ति केचिद्भीताः प्राञ्जलयो गृणन्ति। स्वस्तीत्युक्त्वा महर्षिसिद्धसङ्घाः स्तुवन्ति त्वां स्तुतिभिः पुष्कलाभिः॥
amī hi tvāṁ sura-saṅghā viśhanti kechid bhītāḥ prāñjalayo gṛiṇanti svastīty uktvā maharṣhi-siddha-saṅghāḥ stuvanti tvāṁ stutibhiḥ puṣhkalābhiḥ
Translation
To Thee the troops of Suras enter in, Some with joined palms in awe invoking Thee; Banded Maharshis, Siddhas, cry: "All hail"! Chanting Thy praises with resounding songs.
What it means
Troops of gods enter into You, some with folded palms crying out in fear; hosts of sages and perfected ones shout "All hail!" and sing Your praises. The response of heaven is mixed: terror and praise together. Both are accurate.
Try this today
Even the powers take shelter: worship and petitions for peace rise from every direction.
Something to reflect on
In my own response to overwhelming things, which is it - terror or praise - or both?
Read it in Yathora