। ॥ ९५ ॥
In plain words
The canvas is the Self — immense, without an edge. And the painting spread across it, this whole many-colored world, the Self painted it. He alone stands there looking at it, and breaks into joy: the Supreme Self.
Close to the Sanskrit
On the vast canvas made of the Self, the picture of the manifold world has been painted by the Self; and seeing it himself alone, this Supreme Self goes into delight.