Verse 44

⁴⁰What am I to tell of you, mighty one? Once you have set the breath going it stirs, and after it speech and mind and the senses stir, in all who wear bodies and in the unborn one and in Sarva and in me as well. And even so, to those who worship you, you are a friend of the heart. ⁴¹These two forms of the Bhagavan, Bhagavan, are for the safety of the three worlds, for the ending of their burning, and for the conquest of death. You bear other bodies, and many of them, to protect; and having brought all this forth you swallow it again, as a spider does. ⁴²He protects, and he rules what moves and what does not. The dust of works and the strands and time does not touch one who stands at the root of his feet. Sages whose heart is the Veda praise that place, bow to it, offer to it and meditate on it without stopping, so as to reach it.

⁴³We know no safety for people from the fear that surrounds them, Lord, other than being brought to your feet, whose very form is release. Brahma himself, whose seat lasts two halves of the great count, is afraid enough of your time; how much more the things of the elements that he has made. ⁴⁴So I worship the root of your feet, yours whose mind is truth, teacher of the self, the supreme, and leave behind what covers the self: the body and the rest, useless, unreal, coming to an end, no more than something known. Then a man would find in you everything he has wished for.