यस्यातर्क्यं स्वात्मविभूतेः परमार्थंसर्वं खल्वित्यत्र निरुक्तं श्रुतिविद्भिः ।तज्जादित्वादब्धितरङ्गाभमभिन्नंतं संसारध्वान्तविनाशं हरिमीडे ॥ २५ ॥
In plain words
Everything is the outspreading of his own Self — a supreme truth no reasoning can reach, and the knowers of śruti stated it plainly, right here: all this, indeed. Born of That, dissolving into That, and the rest of it — so he is not divided from any of this, the way the sea is not divided from its waves. Hari, the ending of the long dark of saṃsāra: him I praise.
Close to the Sanskrit
Whose inconceivable supreme truth, that of the manifestation of his own Self, has here been definitively declared by the knowers of śruti as 'all this, indeed' — him, non-different because of 'born of That' and the rest, appearing as the ocean appears in its waves, him, the destruction of the darkness of saṃsāra, Hari, I praise.