। ॥ ४३ ॥
In plain words
O Girīśa, Lord of the mountain, do not wander here and there—make your home right within me. O master, O primal hunter! Deep within the forest of my mind roam wild beasts intoxicated with arrogance, envy, and delusion. Strike them down, and you will reap the fierce, joyous sport of the hunter.
Close to the Sanskrit
Do not go hither and thither, O Lord of the mountain, O Girīśa; make your dwelling right within me. O master, O primordial hunter, within the border-region of the forest of my mind exist many wild beasts intoxicated with pride, envy, delusion, and others; having slain them, you will obtain the delight and gain of the sport of hunting.