। ॥ ६२८ ॥
In plain words
Whatever you hold dear never once becomes unwelcome to you. And nothing else is dear the way the Self is dear — in ruin as much as in abundance, nothing else holds like that.
Close to the Sanskrit
But that which is held as dear — that is never disagreeable for men. As the Self is, in calamity as well as in prosperity, not so is anything other.