In plain words
The poet, of the Lord: Indra, king of the gods, and the one on the great flower [Brahmā] gather round and worship him for his deeds; and the one with red matted hair bearing a single crescent [Śiva], holding Māl in his heart, went after him, begged, and had his fault [the sin of cutting off Brahmā's head] brought to an end. Who else is there fit to be sought?