। ॥ ३३ ॥
In plain words
Mother, now you look at me. Beloved of the one who wears the cool moon on his head — you are the medicine that quiets the disease of Bhava, the cycle of birth and death. Many Kleśas — many afflictions — have fallen to my share, and I have already gone under in the ocean of Bhava, of becoming. Take me into the boat of your lotus feet and carry me across, today.
Close to the Sanskrit
You too, O Mother, look upon me; O beloved of him whose crest bears the cool-rayed moon, you are the medicine for the quieting of the disease of Bhava, worldly existence. Me, who have many Kleśas, afflictions, for my portion, sunk in the ocean of Bhava — in the boat of your lotus feet lead across to the far shore today.