। ॥ ९२९ ॥
In plain words
Within me—the vast ocean of conscious bliss—thousands of universes arise as fragile bubbles, driven by the winds of illusion, appearing and dissolving over and over again.
Close to the Sanskrit
In me, the great ocean of bliss-consciousness, thousands of cosmic bubbles, by the wind made of illusion, having arisen and arisen again, disappear.