। ॥ २८ ॥
In plain words
When Death comes — his power beyond reach, spread wide as white wings — and the fear takes hold of me, then protect me, Beloved of Pārvatī, out of your Bhakta-vātsalya, your tenderness toward your devotees. I look, and there is no other protector like you for me.
Close to the Sanskrit
When there is fear from Death, whose unassailable power is stretched wide as white wings — then, from your Bhakta-vātsalya, your tenderness toward your devotees, protect me, O Beloved of Pārvatī. I see no other protector such as this for me.