। ॥ २ ॥
In plain words
Pouring down out of the river of your story, Śambhu — grinding the dust of sin to nothing, running into the small channels my mind has cut, cooling the fever of all this wandering through saṃsāra, settling into the soil of my heart: may this wave of Śiva-bliss win.
Close to the Sanskrit
Streaming down, O Śambhu, from the river of your deeds; crushing the dust of sin; falling into the channel-courses of the intellect; granting the quenching of the scorching anguish of wandering through saṃsāra; dwelling in the heart-soil of my mind — may the wave of Śiva-bliss prevail.