। ॥ ११४ ॥
In plain words
I am the vital sap in every growing herb. I am the one on whom the worlds are woven, warp and weft, stretched wide on the loom. I am the bee gone drunk on the fragrance of the Self's own bliss, blooming out of the lotus that is Oṃ.
Close to the Sanskrit
I am the vital essence of the herbs; I am he upon whom the worlds are woven, warp and weft, stretched out; I am the bee intoxicated with the fragrance of the Self's bliss shining forth from the lotus that is Oṃ.