। ॥ २९ ॥
In plain words
“Now — any moment now — death is coming for me.” Oh, that thought never lets go of me; I am worn down by the worry. How can this fear of dying be made to stop? I bow to you, goal of every goal, Nīlakaṇṭha — blue-throated Śiva.
Close to the Sanskrit
“Now, now death is going to be mine” — ah! I am ceaselessly afflicted by that anxiety. How indeed may this fear regarding death not be? Homage to you, O Goal of all goals, O Nīlakaṇṭha, the Blue-throated One.