॥ ८६ ॥
In plain words
He calls you by the wrong name on purpose, then stands there with his head lowered, caught out. Your lotus foot comes down on his forehead — and Śiva's old enemy, the one that fire turned to ash, feels the splinter finally pulled from his heart after all these years and whoops out loud in the ringing of your anklets.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having falsely committed a slip of the name, and then — when your lotus foot strikes on the forehead your husband, who stands bowed with embarrassment — by the enemy of Īśāna, who has at last torn out by the root the long-lodged inner splinter caused by the burning, a cry of 'kili-kili' was raised through the jinglings of your anklets.