Verse 9

⁹Lord, so long as a man sees the self set apart in this way, as sense-objects that are the strength of the Bhagavan's maya, the round of birth does not turn aside from him. Pointless as it is, it carries its heap of sorrow along for the sake of work. ¹⁰By day their faculties are worked and worn, by night they lie without rest, their sleep broken every moment by a mind running on schemes, their arrangements struck down by fate. Even sages, god, if they turn away from your company, go round and round here. ¹¹Master, you sit in the lotus of the heart made fragrant by the yoga of loving thought, and the path to you is seen by hearing. Whatever shape men picture of you in their minds, you who are widely sung, that shape you bring near for the kindness of the good.

¹²He is not so well pleased when the hosts of gods worship him with heaped-up offerings, their hearts tied about with wants, as by kindness to every being, which the bad cannot come by. He is one, attentive among all these many people, their friend and their innermost self. ¹³So for men, through works of many kinds, sacrifices and the rest, through giving, through hard austerity and the keeping of vows, the worship of you, the Bhagavan, is what good work is for; and duty laid before you there is never at any time lost.