Verse 11

⁶You enter within and by your own light bring this sleeping speech of mine to life, and the other breaths as well, hands and feet and hearing and skin. You who hold every power, Bhagavan, Person, I bow to you. ⁷You alone, Bhagavan, by your own power called maya, which is thick with strands, made all this from the great principle down, and entered it as the Person; and in those unreal strands you shine as many, like fire in pieces of wood. ⁸By the understanding you give, Lord, one who has come to you sees this world as a man sees it who has woken from sleep. Friend of the afflicted, how could a man who knows what he was given forget the sole of your foot, that refuge which ends the round?

⁹Surely your maya has stolen the wits of those who worship you for some other reason. You release them from birth and death, you are the wishing tree, and they want what a corpse can enjoy, what comes of touch and is had by men even in hell. ¹⁰The ease that comes to a body-bearing creature from holding your lotus feet in mind, or from hearing the talk of your people, is not to be had in Brahman, in one's own greatness, Lord, let alone by those falling from chariots that death's sword has shaken. ¹¹Endless one, let me keep company with the great, whose hearts are clean and whose devotion to you keeps flowing. Drunk on the nectar of the telling of your qualities, I will cross this fierce sea of birth with its huge griefs as if it were nothing.