। ॥ २४ ॥
In plain words
When the people standing over me begin to say, “He does not know us anymore — there is only breath left” — let that be the moment I see you clearly, Purāri, destroyer of the three cities: Bhasma, sacred ash, across your body, serpents coiled about you.
Close to the Sanskrit
When the words of those looking at me should become, “He does not recognize us; this one is mere breath” — then, O Purāri, enemy of the cities, may I vividly contemplate you, adorned with Bhasma, sacred ash, wound about with serpents.