In plain words
The poet, to the Lord's weapons and guardians: Do not sleep, do not sleep, do not sleep, O bright and blazing discus, O conch, O sword Nandaka, hurled to cut [his devotees' foes] apart, O lovely Śārṅga, O mace, O eight guardians of the quarters who stand [under his command]: do not sleep, never slipping from your watch; O king of birds, do not sleep: keep watch over his bedchamber [my body].