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In plain words
I have watched Death take them — infants, the very old, no limit, no exceptions — and I am afraid. When my turn comes, through the divine Prasāda — the grace — of your lotus feet, O Lord of Bhavānī, let me be without fear.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having closely watched Kṛtānta, the Ender, carrying off — utterly without limit — all from child to aged, I am afraid. At death, by the divine Prasāda, grace, of the lotuses of your feet, O Lord of Bhavānī, may I become free of fear.