। ॥ १६ ॥
In plain words
"My son, you came out of my own body — live!" Six times over Śiva chants that mantra, and joyfully breathes in the scent of those heads. Lord of the world — those heads carry the whole world's weight, and their crowns are ablaze. To them, my salutation.
Close to the Sanskrit
"O son, you are born of my body — live!" — chanting this mantra six times over, the Lord with joy smells those heads; O Lord of the world, to those heads of yours, bearers of the world's burden, blazing with crowns, salutation.