। ॥ ४ ॥
In plain words
Old age has come. My senses, movement, and understanding falter; suffering born of fate, illness, loss, and misfortune have wasted my body. My mind is broken and helpless, yet it wanders after false delusions and desires, empty of meditation on Dhūrjaṭi—Śiva of the matted locks. Forgive my offense: Śiva, Śiva, Śiva, O Śrī Mahādeva, Śambhu.
Close to the Sanskrit
In old age, when the senses, movement and understanding are impaired by afflictions beginning with those born of fate, and the body is wasted by diseases, separations and misfortune, my mind—decrepit and helpless—wanders among false delusions and desires, empty of meditation on Dhūrjaṭi—Śiva of the matted locks. My offense is to be forgiven: Śiva, Śiva, Śiva, O Śrī Mahādeva, Śambhu.