Verse 48

⁴¹In it there is no uneven thinking among men, no you and I, no mine and yours, as there is elsewhere. What an uneven mind puts together is unclean, it wastes away, and it is thick with wrongdoing. ⁴²What safety is there for one's own people or for others, and how much is gained by a dharma that harms both? By harming oneself one has your anger, and by hurting others one has likewise wrongdoing. ⁴³Your seeing does not go wrong, and by it the dharma of the Lord's own was spoken. The noble worship you, and their minds make no separations among the crowds of beings, the fixed and the moving. ⁴⁴Bhagavan, it is nothing strange that at the sight of you the whole of a man's guilt should be spent, when even an outcaste is let go of the round of birth by hearing your name once.

⁴⁵And now, Bhagavan, the dirt of our hearts has been wiped away by your look. How could what the god-sage said, who is yours, be otherwise? ⁴⁶Endless one, everything that people do here is known to you, whose self is the world. What is there to be told to the highest teacher, as if by fireflies to the sun? ⁴⁷Homage to you, the Bhagavan, lord of the standing and dissolving and rising of the whole world, whose own way is hard to make out, who are a cutting apart for poor yogins, the highest swan. ⁴⁸He at whose breathing the makers of the world breathe, and at whose knowing their thoughts rise up, on whose head the round earth is a mustard seed: homage be to that Bhagavan, whose heads are a thousand.