Dance, girl, my doe, dance as the undivided one — dance, girl, my doe

In plain words

Dance, girl, my doe, dance as the undivided one — dance, girl, my doe. Dance, girl, my doe — I am the unattached one, I myself — and in that seeing, Brahman turned inward, with no other in it at all. Seeing the spread-out world as many, I danced the dance it seemed to call for, thinking ‘so it is’. Now it is settled: awareness is myself, and stands apart from all that, the very own-nature of what tat and tvam mean is awareness itself — Awareness itself is the world, awareness itself the body — what is left standing apart, for me? ‘I am eternal bliss’ — that is where I stand now, that is mine now, and it takes me and lets me subside into the bliss that is without qualities. Clinging fallen away, supreme bliss flooding over — coming right into it, and the delusion of honour and self-regard — ended — this dance of bliss that dances without dancing! Self and others gone, the very form of That become one's own shape — never pining, standing firm whatever comes — this dance of ease and bliss that sleeps without sleeping.