। ॥ १५० ॥
In plain words
I am the ocean — vast, blissful awareness, without a shore. A wind made of nothing but māyā blows across me, and a thousand universes swell up as bubbles, forming and forming, and every moment going out again.
Close to the Sanskrit
In me, the vast ocean of bliss-consciousness, a thousand bubbles that are cosmic eggs, by a wind consisting of māyā, having come to be and come to be, repeatedly disappear.