Verse 25

²⁵He alone brings the world forth, he keeps it and he ends it; and because there is no I-making in him, the strands and their works leave no smear on him. ²⁶He is the self of beings, the lord of beings, the one who makes beings be. Joined with maya, which is his own power, he brings them forth, eats them and guards them. ²⁷Go to him with your whole self, dear one. He is death and he is the deathless, he is fate, the last resort of the world. To him the world's makers bring tribute, like oxen held by a cord through the nose. ²⁸You who at five years old, cut to the quick by the words of your mother's rival, left your mother and went to the forest, and by austerity worshipped the one who sees inward, and won a station above the three worlds:

²⁹look for him now, dear one, in the self that has let go of its body, where he rests, beyond the strands, one, unfailing. Look for the self, the free self, seeing by the self, in whom this division shows and is not real. ³⁰Then, giving the highest devotion to the Bhagavan, the inward self, the endless, nothing but bliss, in whom every power is present, you will slowly break open the knot of unknowing, that deep-grown knot of mine and I.