नितान्त कान्त दन्त कान्ति-मन्तकान्तकात्मजम् ।अचिन्त्य रूप-मन्त हीन-मन्तराय कृन्तनम् ।हृदन्तरे निरन्तरं वसन्तमेव योगिनाम् ।तमेकदन्तमेव तं विचिन्तयामि सन्ततम् ॥ 5 ॥
In plain words
His single tusk carries a beauty almost too lovely to look at; he is the son of the God who ended Death. His form is past all thinking, he has no end, and he cuts obstacles clean away. He lives without a break inside the hearts of yogins. Him, the One-Tusked — him alone — I hold in my mind, always.
Close to the Sanskrit
Him whose radiance is that of the exceedingly lovely tusk, the son of the ender of Death; whose form is inconceivable, who is without end, who cuts away obstacles; who dwells indeed unceasingly within the heart of yogins — him, the One-Tusked alone, him I contemplate constantly.