परिगलितसमस्तजन्मपाशःसकलविलीनतमोमयाभिमानः ।परमरसमयीं प्रयाति सत्तांजलगतसैन्धवखण्डवन्महात्मा
In plain words
The great soul — every noose of birth fallen away, his self-conceit, made of tamas, wholly dissolved — passes into that being made of the supreme rasa, like a lump of rock-salt gone into water.