। ॥ ९२ ॥
In plain words
Brahmā, Viṣṇu, Rudra and Īśvara, the four who serve you, have become the four legs of your couch. And Śiva is the bedspread — a counterfeit cloth, woven out of his own crystal-clear light. Your radiance falls on him and he turns rose-red with the reflection, so that lying there he looks like śṛṅgāra, the mood of love itself, gone and got a body; and to every eye that finds him he yields wonder, the way a cow yields milk.
Close to the Sanskrit
Those retainers of yours — Brahmā, Hari, Rudra and Īśvara — have gone into the condition of being your couch; and Śiva, whose counterfeit coverlet-cloth is fashioned out of his own transparent lustre, rosy with the redness of the reflection of your radiances, embodied, like the erotic rasa itself, milks wonder for the eyes.