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In plain words
May the matted locks of Śarva—Lord Śiva—grant you bliss: tawny, towering tresses rising from his head beside the celestial river like fully ripened red rice-stalks; a rescue rope for every person fallen into calamity’s deep pit; flames that burn away the forest of dreadful sin.
Close to the Sanskrit
May the matted locks of Śarva bestow bliss upon you—locks which shine on the head near the edges of the gleaming celestial river, resembling tall, tawny stalks of ripe red paddy, acting as a rescue rope for all people fallen into the deep pit of irresistible calamity, and serving as tongues of fire burning the forest of dreadful sins.