In plain words
Will he not come? Will he not look at me? Liberation — will he not give it — my Swami? He does not enter a heart that is never at rest, anywhere in all the world, nor the hundred thousand moments that time stands broken into. Like a raging storm-wind, grinding the world-egg to powder and dust, he it was who burst thick māyā open — he of the stainless awakening, standing in the minds of those who serve him, refusing the round of becoming they had seen, opening undivided direct experience right out, and doing it with words — That this one here is the non-dual one, sat-cit-ānanda itself; that this one here is the Real, with not one other standing over against him — those who gave him their devotion, to be liberated while still living, held him in good and plain truth to be their means to liberation. By the grace of him who is sat-cit-ānanda, the one no boundary cuts — Īśvara himself: for those who love him there is not one more birth that ends in death; Īśvara is he, self-luminous, my Guru — Brahman-Venkateśvara — right here.