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In plain words
Glorious Maheśvara, made of compassion, merciful one—you whose hair is the open sky, Śitikaṇṭha, the blue-throated one, who leads the Gaṇas, the divine hosts. Ash is the paint on your body; human skulls form the clustered garland you wear. Lord of the world, guard me from this trackless forest of saṃsāra's pain.
Close to the Sanskrit
O glorious Maheśvara, O one made of compassion, O merciful one; O sky-haired one, O blue-throated one, O overlord of the gaṇas; O one whose body-paint is ash, O one garlanded with a cluster of human skulls — from the dense thicket of the sorrow of saṃsāra, O Lord of the world, protect!