Verse 44

³⁸That you made this praise of me, dear one, marked all through with the rising up of my story, and that you stand firm in austerity: this itself is my kindness to you. ³⁹I am pleased with you; may it go well with you. With the wish to win the worlds you praised me, telling me over as though I were made of the strands, who am beyond them. ⁴⁰The man who praises me always with this praise and serves me by it, with him I shall soon be well pleased, I who am lord of the boons of every wish. ⁴¹The highest good of men, won by works of public use, by austerity, by sacrifices, by gifts and by the gathering of yoga, is that I am pleased. So those who know what is real hold it.

⁴²Ordainer, I am the self of all selves, and I am dearest even among the dear. So let a man set his love on me, for whose sake the body and the rest are dear at all. ⁴³You who are born of yourself: with this self of yours in which all the Vedas are, bring forth the creatures as before, and those too who lie sleeping within me. ⁴⁴Having made this plain in this way to him, the maker of the world, the Lord of the ground and of the Person, he whose navel is a lotus, went out of sight in his own form.