। ॥ ५६ ॥
In plain words
To the one who never began and does not end. To the one whose own being holds the three guṇas. To the one who broke the three cities. To the one who is Kātyāyanī's whole good. To the real. To the first householder of all. To the one who stands in a sage's stilled mind as consciousness seen face to face. To the one whose māyā throws out the three worlds. To the one who moves at large through the far end of every Veda. To the one who at dusk gives himself completely to the tāṇḍava. To the one with the matted locks. To Śambhu — here it is at last, that bow.
Close to the Sanskrit
To the eternal one, to him whose self is the three guṇas, to the conqueror of the cities, to the good of Kātyāyanī, to the real one, to the primal householder, to him whose form is consciousness directly seen in the minds of sages, to him whose māyā puts forth the three worlds, to him who ranges through the end of all the Vedas, to him whose eager whirling is the evening tāṇḍava, to the wearer of matted locks, to Śambhu — this is that salutation.