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In plain words
When the clang of the bells at the throat of that bull — the foe of Death's own mount — comes into my ear, then, O God, ride in on him, the lord of bulls, your own mount, and gladden me with a word: “Do not be afraid, child.”
Close to the Sanskrit
When the clanging sound of the bells on the neck of the foe of Death's mount should reach the ear-hole, then, O God, having mounted the lord of bulls, your riding-mount, gladden me with the words: 'Child, do not fear.'