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In plain words
This saṃsāra comes with birth, with burning pain, with disease, and it is loud with the crying of the three afflictions. And here I am: tied down, tied tight, and tied without a break, by ropes that glitter—son, wife, wealth. Pride has blinded me. A whole heap of wrongdoing accompanies me. Turn your compassionate glance this way, all-pervading Lord. Śrī Mṛtyuñjaya, beloved of Pārvatī, guard me always, Lord of all.
Close to the Sanskrit
In saṃsāra, which is attended by birth, burning pain and disease, which resounds with the wailing of the threefold affliction — me, bound down tightly and constantly by the glittering nooses of son, wife and wealth, blind with pride, laden with a whole heap of sins — with a glance of compassion, O all-pervading one, O Śrī Mṛtyuñjaya, O beloved of Pārvatī, always protect me, O Lord of all.