The body, the soul and the fickle intellect, Those great philosophers, who think that, Who shines in the consciousness as the knower. This whole universe shines after Him alone, Through the openings of ear, eye, mouth and thought,Īnd when that person realizes that “I know myself,” In the person in whom the wisdom goes out Gets away from this cycle of life and death.
“Thou art that” after realizing its import, He who exists as the real light of truth,Īnd shines in the false world of appearance,Īnd He who teaches disciples the great saying, The many places and time which are before us,Īre drawn by illusion in the board of life in a peculiar manner, Like the germ inside the seed is its part, That he is really the one and only one soul. That the one real fact appears as many different truths,Īnd he realizes, when he wakes up and sees the reality, It is similar to his seeing due to illusion, When one sees the image of the world within him, Similar to the image of a town as seen in the mirror, Who is in the state of extreme joy within himself, Who is surrounded by disciples who are old sages, Who explains the true nature of the supreme Brahman,