Verse 7

¹Hearing what the sage had said, the son of Vyasa, who sees the self in everything and is the same to all, Pariksit came to the root of his feet, bowed his head, folded his hands, and said this to him, he, the one given by Visnu. ²I am finished and made whole; you have given me grace, you whose nature is pity, in that Hari, who has no beginning and no end, has been made to be heard by me face to face. ³I do not think it much of a wonder in great men whose self is the Unfallen that grace should go out from them to beings who do not know and are scorched by their pains. ⁴This gathered Purana we have heard from you, in which the Bhagavan, whose renown is highest, is told of again and again.

⁵Revered one, I am not afraid of Taksaka or of any other death. I have gone into the quenching in Brahman, where there is no fear, which you have shown me. ⁶Give me your leave, brahmin. I will hold my speech in upon the one beyond the reach of the senses, and, setting my mind there with the lodging-place of wanting let go, I will release my breaths. ⁷And my not-knowing has been thrown out by standing firm in knowledge and in what is known within. You have shown me what is safe, the highest place of the Bhagavan.