Prose-section 53
In plain words
‘Master! I was lost in the forest of saṃsāra, a dream that māyā made, of birth, old age and death. Its many torments wore me out and the tiger of ego mauled me. Did you not wake me out of compassion, give me the highest bliss and save me? Great one! By the power of your grace even I have come to the kingdom of my own nature. I am blessed; everything that had to be done is done. Freed from the bonds of becoming, I shine as complete, eternal bliss. Ah! Ah! All this is the glory of your grace. Best of teachers, whose nature is the one truth, awareness and bliss shining as the whole universe, I bow at your lotus feet. I bow. Again and again I bow; always I bow.’ Seeing the worthy disciple who had known the truth of the one Self, come to the bliss of the Self and bowed to him in this way, the great-souled teacher spoke these further weighty words with a glad heart:
Word for word
‘Master! I wandered in the dream-forest of saṃsāra—birth, ageing and death—made by māyā, afflicted by its many torments and greatly distressed by the tiger of ego. Did you not graciously awaken me, give supreme bliss and save me? Great one! Through the glory of your gracious favour, even I have attained the blessed sovereignty of my own nature. I am blessed; all that needed doing is done. Free from worldly bondage, I shine as complete, eternal bliss itself. Ah! Ah! All is the splendour of your grace. Foremost teacher, whose nature is the one reality-awareness-bliss shining as the whole universe, salutations to your lotus feet. Salutations. Again and again salutations; always salutations.’ Seeing the worthy disciple who, knowing the one Self’s reality and experiencing Self-bliss, bowed to him in this way, the great-souled foremost teacher spoke these further great words with a joyful heart: