चिदमृतसुखराशौ चित्तफेनं विलीनंक्षयमधिगत एव वृत्तिचञ्चत्तरङ्गः ।स्तिमितसुखसमुद्रो निर्विचेष्टः सुपूर्णःकथमिह मम दुखं सर्वदैकोऽहमस्मि ॥ २८ ॥
In plain words
The foam that was my mind has melted into the deathless sweetness of awareness. The waves — every flickering thought — have run out. A stilled ocean of bliss, not stirring, filled to the brim. Where would sorrow come from here? I am always the One.
Close to the Sanskrit
In the mass of consciousness-deathlessness-bliss, the foam of mind has dissolved; the wave flickering as mental modification has indeed reached its end. Stilled ocean of bliss, motionless, wholly full — how is there sorrow for me here? Always I am the One.