Verse 33

²⁹The kinds that stand and the kinds that move would be joined to causes risen from the unborn one, if there is play by the glance of the supreme, released one, from that. For to the supreme there is nothing other and nothing higher; you are like the sky, without a place, holding the likeness of the void. ³⁰If those who bear bodies are without number, are fixed, and go everywhere, then the rule that they are ruled would not hold, steadfast one, and not otherwise. And that of which a thing is made, when it is born, would be its ruler without letting go of it. What is not held is the same for those who allow it, by the fault of what they hold.

³¹There is no arising for Nature and the Person, since they are unborn. Those that carry breath come to be by the joining of the two, like bubbles on water. So these, with their many names and qualities, melt into you, the supreme, as rivers melt into the sea and all tastes into honey. ³²Seeing clearly that among these men there is a wandering by your maya, those of good mind lay upon you, in whom there is no becoming, a feeling that rises again and again. How should there be fear of becoming for those who follow you, when your knitted brow, the three-rimmed, sends fear forth again and again among those whose refuge is not you?

³³Those here who, with senses and breaths conquered, strive to rein the horse of the mind, which is not tamed and is too restless, and are worn out by their means, having left aside the teacher's foot, come into a hundred troubles, unborn one, like merchants at sea who have taken no helmsman.