Verse 31

²⁷Even so, clinging must be given up, clinging to the strands that maya has put together, until by a firm yoga of devotion to me passion is driven out, the stain of the mind. ²⁸As a disease not well treated torments men again and again, springing up afresh, so a mind whose stain has not been burnt out, and its works, pierce a poor yogin who clings to everything. ²⁹Those poor yogins upon whom obstacles have been set, obstacles in human shape and sent by the thirty gods, join themselves to yoga again by the strength of their earlier practice, and not to the round of works. ³⁰A creature does work and is worked upon; something drives it, right up to its falling. But the one who knows is not in that, though he stands in Nature, for his thirst has turned back through the tasting of his own happiness.

³¹Standing, sitting, or walking, lying down, making water, eating food, doing whatever else his own nature does, a man whose mind stands in the self does not know it.