Verse 38

³⁴So, having come to feel toward Hari, the Bhagavan, his heart melting with devotion, his hair standing up from gladness, hurt again and again by the tears of longing, he slowly draws away even that hook of his thought. ³⁵When the mind lets go its ground, and has no object, and is turned away, it comes all at once to the quenching, as a flame does; and then the person sees the self here, one, with nothing standing between, the flood of the strands turned back. ³⁶By that last turning back of the mind he comes to rest in that greatness which is outside pleasure and pain; and having reached the summit of the supreme Self, he sees that he had laid in his own self a causing of the two sorrows that belongs to a doer who is not there.

³⁷The one who is perfected, come to his last state, does not notice that body, whether it sits or stands, since he has come into his own true form; nor on its coming by fate, nor its going by fate, as a man blind with the drink of wine does not see the cloth wrapped about him. ³⁸The body too is in the power of fate, and with its breath it waits out the work that set it going. But he who has climbed the yoga of absorption, awake now to what is, does not take up that spread-out thing again, any more than a dream.