Verse 28

²⁸He was wearing a shape made of anger, like the ender of all things. Trembling, the earth bowed with her palms joined and said: ²⁹Homage to the supreme Person, who by maya has laid out many bodies for himself and taken on the strands. Homage to him in whom, by the knowing of his own nature, the waves of confusion about substance and act and doer have been shaken out. ³⁰The Ordainer by whom I was made a dwelling for the self, from whom comes this gathering that the strands bring forth, that very one, his own master, stands over me with his weapon raised to kill me. What other refuge can I go to? ³¹He who in the beginning brought forth all this that moves and does not move, by his own maya, which rests on himself and is past thinking out, is now by that same maya set on guarding it. How then, holding to dharma, does he want to kill me?

³²What the Lord intends is truly not to be made out by people whose selves are undone by that maya of his, which is hard to overcome. He has done, and he has had done; he is many and one and beyond both, the Lord. ³³He holds in place the making of this world and the rest by his powers, which are substance and act and doer and awareness. To him whose powers are now let loose and now held back, the supreme Person, the ordainer, homage. ³⁴You who reach everywhere, unborn, wishing to set firm the world you had made out of the elements and the senses and the inner instrument, lifted me up out of the water from the depths, as the first boar.

³⁵The people stand on me as on a boat on the lap of the waters, and today, they say, you wish to keep them safe. You who took a hero's shape and hold the earth up now want to kill me in the water with your fierce arrows. ³⁶What lords intend is surely not known by people like us, the ways of whose minds are bewildered by the maya that brings the strands forth. To them, who make a hero's fame, homage.