प्राणाश्चरन्तु तद्धर्मैः कामैर्वा हन्यतां मनः ।आनन्दामृतपूर्णस्य मम दुःखं कथं भवेत् ॥ २४ ॥
In plain words
Let the breaths run on doing what breaths do. Let desires pound the mind to pieces. I am full to the brim with the nectar of bliss — how could sorrow be mine?
Close to the Sanskrit
Let the vital breaths move by their own functions; or let the mind be struck by desires. For me, who am full of the nectar of bliss, how could there be sorrow?