। ॥ २४ ॥
In plain words
When will it be — on Kailāsa, in a hall of gold and jewels, living among your gaṇas, standing right in front of you, Śambhu, my palms joined and lifted openly to my head, calling out: all-pervading one, Sāmba, my Lord, supreme Śiva, keep me — and letting the aeons of Brahmā after Brahmā slip past in happiness, like one moment?
Close to the Sanskrit
When, indeed, on Kailāsa, in a mansion of gold and gems, dwelling together with the gaṇas, before Śambhu, with the cup of joined palms plainly set upon my head, calling out 'O all-pervading one, O Sāmba, O Lord, O Supreme Śiva, protect me!' — shall I happily pass the kalpas of the Brahmās as if they were a single moment?