उपासते यं मुनयः शुकाद्यानिराशिषो निर्ममताधिवासाः ।तं दक्षिणामूर्तितनुं महेश-मुपास्महे मोहमहार्तिशान्त्यै ॥ १२ ॥
In plain words
Śuka and the sages after him worship him — men who ask nothing of anything, who live where 'mine' has no footing. He is the one we worship too: the great Lord in the form of Dakṣiṇāmūrti. We sit before him so that the vast ache of delusion may go quiet.
Close to the Sanskrit
Whom the sages beginning with Śuka worship — free of all asking, dwelling in the absence of mine-ness — him, the great Lord whose body is Dakṣiṇāmūrti, we worship, for the stilling of the great affliction that is delusion.