In plain words
Even if he be a sinner — will he not look upon the highest things? Will he not reach liberation? Among gods, humans, animals and all the rest — each born into a body of its own kind, among all those who have taken birth — On the road of devotion and dispassion — what gatekeepers are posted there? For those walking the road of liberation — thorns: has anyone ever strewn them? For those who contemplate the conscious and the inert — on their heads, do horns sprout as well? Once one knows oneself by the knowledge of what truly is — is there any bar left to one's becoming Him? By that ripening which is called devotion — ‘I must have liberation while still living!’ — by that thirst which says it, by an urgency made of reasonings, by the discernment that parts the eternal from the non-eternal — Before this slight body wears away and is gone — would it not do to know? Dream, waking, deep sleep — would it not do to put all three to the test? This effect and cause, which is nothing but a construction — would it not do to cut it through? If one looks and asks who this wondrous self is — the imperishable state, right there, — would it not come to be? Come forth, brought to birth in the delusion that does the constructing — in this body; and in the discernment that comes after, this is a construction — here in this world. Is it the fault of never having sought Venkateśvara, the Master whom the Vedas praise? Is being born on this earth as wrongdoers a kind of impediment too? Is it the curse of these great ones, these mighty ascetics — or is it simply a trait of māyā? What kind of thing is this? I do not know. Is this, then, all that falls to these poor ones? Without difference, being wholly full, being the one cause of bindu and nāda — being the conscious one, being the cause of the world, and being too the hero who puts that world to the test —