। ॥ ४३ ॥
In plain words
O auspicious one, may your dense, lustrous hair—smooth as a forest of blue lotuses in bloom—scatter our darkness. Even the celestial flowers from Indra's pleasure-garden seem to have taken up residence in your tresses just to breathe in its natural fragrance.
Close to the Sanskrit
May your mass of hair, O Śivā, thick, glossy, and smooth, rivaling a forest of blossoming blue lotuses, dispel our darkness. I think the flowers from the trees of Indra's garden dwell in it to gain its natural fragrance.