Verse 30

²⁵There the mighty one, with his senses held steady, spoke a praise in the words of the gods to him whose own form had not been seen and who had until then only been heard of. ²⁶Unchanging, true, endless, first, lying in the cave of the heart, without parts, not to be reasoned out, going ahead of the mind, not said by any speech: we bow to him, best of gods, the one to be chosen. ²⁷The knowing one, who shows himself as the objects and the senses to breath and mind and understanding and self; sleepless, unwounded; in whom shade and glare are not the two wings of a vulture: to that unfailing one, the space, him of the three ages, we go.

²⁸The wheel of the unborn, set turning by the unborn one, made of mind, quick, with fifteen spokes, three navels, eight rims, moving like lightning: what they call its axle, that real one I go to for refuge. ²⁹He who is of one colour, beyond the darkness, without a world, unshown, whose far shore has no end, took his seat upon Suparna. The steady worship him, riding the chariot of yoga. ³⁰No one crosses over his maya, by which people are bewildered and do not know what is real. To him, master of himself and of his own strands, the supreme Lord, who moves the same among all beings, we bow.