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In plain words
Enough hymns — and I am not flattering you. When the gods, Brahmā and the rest, sit down to count who is worth praising, they count you first. And when the question turns to whose greatness stands highest of all, your servants, sifted clean the way grain is shaken free of its heap of husks, know you, Śambhu, as the fruit that is best of all the best.
Close to the Sanskrit
Enough of hymn-making; I do not speak falsely. The gods beginning with Viriñca, at the time when the occasion of counting those worthy of praise arises, know you as the one to be counted first. In the section where foremost greatness is investigated, winnowed like grain from a heap of husks, your servants know you, O Śambhu, as the fruit that is the best of the best.