In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O you whom one can trust [as protector], O Protector of those who can chant your praise, O you who became the man-lion, O Lord of the eternal attendants [nityasūris], O you who measured all seven worlds, O you who govern time [and all things], O you who once took up the discus and freed the greatly trembling elephant from its bondage, O Cause of all, O you who churned the sea [for the gods], my Lord, O honey who have made me your own: take away the troubles of me, who long [for your names].