Verse 67

शान्तेन्द्रियोग्रग्राहाय क्षीणचित्तौर्ववह्नये ।आनन्दाम्बुधये तुभ्यं मह्यमात्मन्नमो नमः

In plain words

To you whose fierce crocodiles, the senses, are stilled, whose submarine fire, citta, is spent — to you, the ocean of bliss, to me, O Self — homage, homage!