नैवेद्यमात्मलिङ्गस्य ब्रह्माण्डाख्यं महोदनम् ।पिबानन्दरसं स्वादु मृत्युरस्योपसेचनम् ॥ २१ ॥
In plain words
The offering set before the inner Self is this great rice-dish, the whole universe itself, the thing they call the cosmic egg. Drink the sweet nectar of bliss — and death is only the sauce poured over it.
Close to the Sanskrit
The food-offering of the Self-liṅga is the great rice-dish called the cosmic egg; drink the sweet nectar of bliss — death is its seasoning poured over.