Verse 4

⁴Your abode is clarity made pure, at peace, made of heat, with passion and darkness beaten out of it. This flood of the strands, made of maya, is not in you; nor is there in you any bond that follows on not knowing. ⁵How then could what causes that be in you, Lord, or what it makes: greed and the rest, which are the marks of the unwise? And yet the Bhagavan carries the rod, to guard dharma and to hold down the wicked. ⁶You are the father, the teacher, the lord over the worlds, time that cannot be got past, and you have taken up the rod; and for our good you act with bodies you take at will, shaking the pride out of those who think themselves lords of the world.

⁷Ignorant men like me, lord of the world, who think themselves lords of it, when in time they see you, in whom there is no fear, quickly let that drunkenness go, and, their conceit gone, take the noble road. Your acting is a teaching even to the wicked. ⁸So you, master, should forgive me, who am drowned in the drunkenness of lordship, who have wronged you, not knowing your power, with a dull mind. Lord, let no such bad thought be mine again. ⁹This descent of yours here, you beyond the reach of the senses, is for the undoing of the army-leaders who are themselves burdens, born to be a great weight, and, god, for the making of those who follow your feet.