In plain words
Now it will come right only by your carrying it through: the honour of the arm you took hold of. Your refuge has all power, O master; it sets every matter right. The world is an ocean of becoming and of boundless force; in it you alone are the ship. Support of the unsupported, guru of the world, without you the work comes to nothing. Age after age you have taken away your devotees' distress and given them the company of release. Mīrā has taken refuge at your feet; keep your pledge, great king.