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In plain words
Lord of everything there is; you who dissolve the universe's whole coming-into-being; the universe is your form, the universe is your very self; across all three worlds nothing comes near your greatness. O Lord of all, made of compassion, family to the helpless — Master of the world, get me out of this trackless jungle of saṃsāra's pain.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Lord of the universe, O destroyer of the universe's becoming, O you whose form is the universe, O you whose self is the universe, O Lord exceeding the three worlds in unmatched excellence — O Lord of all, O you made of compassion, O kinsman of the helpless, O Master of the world, save me from the dense thicket of the sorrow of saṃsāra.