। ॥ ४८३ ॥
In plain words
Words cannot reach it, thought cannot hold it, and there is no other way to taste it - the sheer immensity of that ocean of Brahman, brimming with the nectar of its own bliss. And yet my own mind, dissolved now into just the tiniest sliver of that ocean, like a hailstone melting into the sea, has come to complete rest, as bliss itself.
Close to the Sanskrit
It is utterly impossible to speak of by speech, nor even to think of by the mind, nor is it tasted otherwise - the majesty of the ocean of supreme Brahman filled with the flood of the nectar of its own bliss - in a tiny fraction of a fraction of which my mind, now dissolved like a hailstone melted in the ocean, is at peace, in the very form of bliss.