Verse 12

⁸To him in whom birth and standing and drawing in are themselves unborn, who is without the strands, a sea of the joy in which all is quenched, smaller than the small, whose dwelling cannot be counted out, whose power is great: salutation, salutation to you. ⁹This form of yours, bull among Persons, is worshipped by those who want what is best, with the yoga of the Veda and of the tantra. Ordainer, in this one whose body is the world I see the three worlds, and ourselves in them. ¹⁰In you this was at the beginning, in you it was in the middle, in you it was at the end, in you who stand on yourself. You are the beginning and the end and the middle of this world, as clay is of a pot; and you are higher than the highest.

¹¹Having made this world by your own maya, which has its rest in you, you entered it afterwards. Those who are yoked and understanding, the wise, see you with the mind, without strands even in the working out of the strands. ¹²As fire is got from kindling wood, and the nectar from cows, and food from the earth, and water by digging, and a living by effort, so men reach you by their yogas; and the poets say that within the strands you are found by the understanding.