Verse 8

¹God of gods, salutation to you, maker of beings, first-born. Make known that knowledge which shows the truth of the self. ²Lord, what is its form, what is its ground, from what was this created, in what does it rest, and what lies beyond it? Tell that truth as it truly is. ³For you know all of this, being lord of what has been and what will be and what is; the universe is settled within your understanding, like a myrobalan held in the palm. ⁴By whose knowledge, upon whose support, beyond whom, and of whose nature you are: alone you create beings out of beings by your own maya. ⁵You bring them forth within yourself and are not yourself overcome by them, resting upon your own power, tireless as a spider.

⁶Mighty one, I know nothing here higher than you, nor lower, nor equal, nothing to be conceived by name and form and quality, real or unreal, from any other source. ⁷Yet you, being what you are, practised terrible austerity with a mind wholly gathered; and by that you trouble us, and give rise to the suspicion of something higher. ⁸Knower of all, lord of all, make all this known to me who ask, so that, being taught, I may understand it as it is.