। ॥ ९२ ॥
In plain words
Driven off: the sins, the bad letters of my fate, the ill-luck, the sorrow, the ugly pride, the ugly words. And here I stand, drinking your story to its last drop, drinking deeply. Lord of Gaurī, lift me out — with one kind look from the corner of your eye.
Close to the Sanskrit
Driven far away are sins, evil letters, misfortune, sorrow, wicked egoism, and evil words. O Lord of Gaurī, lift me up here — me who am drinking deeply the essence, your life-story — with your gracious sidelong glances.