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In plain words
The one thing that Time itself, that Death itself, dreads with everything it has — from That. The whole bright play of mind and intellect and the senses — from That. Hari, Brahmā, Rudra, Indra, the moon and all the rest going dim, unable to shine — from That. That alone I am.
Close to the Sanskrit
From which Time-Death fears utterly; from which is the play of mind, intellect and the senses; from which there comes about the non-shining of Hari, Brahmā, Rudra, Indra, the moon and the rest — That alone I am.