। ॥ ११९ ॥
In plain words
No sense-opening has a reach that touches me. Space itself is something I am already past. Becoming — birth, this whole unfolding world — for me it is a flower blooming in empty sky. To the crooked-minded I stay out of reach. And this is what I am wholly given to: clearing away knowledge that comes in pieces.
Close to the Sanskrit
I am not within the range of the sense-apertures; I am beyond space; I am one who has arrived at [seeing] becoming as a sky-flower; I am hard to approach for crooked people; I am wholly intent upon the removal of fragmented knowledge.