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In plain words
A body like this, foul through and through — and it moves only by the presence of another. Forgetting him, the supreme Lord, you go on carrying the sense of "I" in this thing that does not last.
Close to the Sanskrit
Of such a kind, utterly impure, is the body, which moves by whose existence — forgetting him, the supreme Lord, one bears I-ness in this impermanent thing.