। ॥ २५ ॥
In plain words
When the great delusion about this body is finally gone from me — the delusion that carries with it the risk of a body made for torment — then, Īśa, Smarāri, foe of Smara, the god of desire, let me remember your form, white as kāśa plumes, cool as the moon, and say: I bow to you.
Close to the Sanskrit
When great delusion regarding my own body — delusion that carries the peril of a body of torment — should not exist in me, then, O Īśa, O Smarāri, enemy of Smara, may I remember your form, which resembles the kāśa blossom and the cool-rayed moon, saying “salutations to you.”