Verse 34

³⁴And in the northern Kurus the Bhagavan, the Person of sacrifice, stands having taken the form of a boar. The goddess Earth herself, with the Kurus, draws near him with a yoga of devotion that does not falter, and says over this highest secret teaching. ³⁵Om. Homage to the Bhagavan, whose mark is the truth of the spell, who is the offering and the rite, whose limbs are the great sacrifice, the great Person. Homage to him who is white with works, who belongs to three ages. Homage to you. ³⁶The poets, the discerning, wanting to see his own form, churn it out among the strands with the churning stick of the mind, as fire is churned out of wood; for it is hidden by rites and their ends. Homage to him whose self is spoken.

³⁷To him whose self the strands of maya look at as a thing, as substance, act, cause, end, ruler and doer; and whose maya-made shape is thrown off by those whose understanding of the self has passed beyond the body through inquiry: homage, and homage again. ³⁸Maya makes the world stand and be drawn in and rise again — what he who looks on through the strands wants, and does not want. As iron turns about and the stone it rests on does not, so it is with you. Homage to you, the witness of the strands and of what they do. ³⁹As the boar that was the world's beginning he crushed in the fight the Daitya who stood in his way, and carrying me on the tip of his tusk he came up out of the water from the underworld, as an elephant comes up at play. I bow to that mighty one.