। ॥ २७ ॥
In plain words
This whole net of the world, Mother, is your weaving, yours alone. You alone go out through the indriyas, the senses, into the net of their objects. You alone are Kartrī, the doer of every act, and you alone Bhoktrī, the one who tastes its fruit. Puṇya and pāpa, merit and sin, are not mine; bandha and mokṣa, bondage and freedom, are not mine either.
Close to the Sanskrit
This net of the world, O Mother, was created by you alone; you alone now go through the Indriyas to the net of objects; you alone are Kartṛ, you alone Bhoktṛ; Puṇya and Pāpa are not mine, nor are Bandha and Mokṣa.