। ॥ २८ ॥
In plain words
Where is the Self — pure being, pure awareness — and where is this body, stitched together out of flesh and blood and bone? The wise man is ashamed even to be confused with his own. What, then, could he possibly make of somebody else's?
Close to the Sanskrit
Where is the Self, whose nature is being and consciousness — and where the body, fashioned of flesh, blood, and bone! The wise man who feels shame at this, what does he think of another's body?