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In plain words
Bhakti settles over the lotus of Śiva's feet the way a monsoon cloud-bank settles over the sky — and then it rains: contentment, pouring down. Whoever's mind-lake fills to the brim with that rain, his whole life's crop comes to ripeness. No one else's does.
Close to the Sanskrit
Devotion, dwelling upon the lotus of Maheśa's feet, like a bank of clouds, makes a rain of complete contentment. He whose lake of mind becomes filled full — that man's whole crop of birth is fruitful, and no other is.