। ॥ १२ ॥
In plain words
I take refuge always in your mighty arms — arms that serve as punishment for Brahmā, hold up the world-eggs — whole universes — as effortless play, drive back elephants' trunks, become the staff of Death to their foes, destroy the hosts that threaten Indra, and are ever skilled in protecting the world.
Close to the Sanskrit
I always take refuge in your mighty staff-like arms: appointed as rods of punishment with regard to Vidhi, effortlessly holding the cosmic eggs in your play, repelling elephant trunks, rods of Death to enemies, destroyers of the hosts of Indra's foes, and expert in protecting the world.