। ॥ १६५ ॥
In plain words
Hari is fuller than fullness, higher than the highest, a far shore no knowing has ever touched: an ocean of conscious nectar where not one ripple moves, not one wave, nothing; a radiance that floods every direction and all of space, as though ten million suns had opened at once; a single taste, and that taste is the bliss of the Self. For the minds that have gone under there, there is no you. There is no I. There is no world.
Close to the Sanskrit
In Hari, who is fuller than the full, higher even than the highest, whose far shore is unknown; in that ocean of nectar which is the vast expanse of consciousness, free of ripples, waves and the rest; in that supreme radiance which lights up all the directions and space, blazing as if ten million suns were flung open; in that one savour which is the bliss of the Self — for those whose minds are sunk there, there is no you, no I, and no world.