Verse 70

⁶⁵It is you who drag the worlds along in your headlong speed, going as time, and who drag beings by means of beings, your reality only to be inferred, not to be stood against, as the wind drags the ranks of clouds. ⁶⁶The man who is heedless, taken up with thinking what to do next, his greed grown large, hungering after the things of sense, you come upon all at once, never heedless yourself, as a snake licking its lips comes upon a mouse: you, the ender. ⁶⁷What learned man gives up your lotus feet, when his house wears away if you are held cheap? Our teacher worshipped them in awe, and so did the fourteen Manus, and asked for no reason.

⁶⁸And so, Brahman, supreme Self, for us who discern it you are the way that has no fear from anywhere, when the world is broken by the fear of Rudra. ⁶⁹Mutter this, sons of the king, and may it go well with you: clean, carrying out your own duty, with your minds handed over to the Bhagavan. ⁷⁰Worship him alone, the Self standing in the self and standing in every being; praise Hari and meditate on him, again and again.