कृतान्तस्य दूतेषु चण्डेषु कोपा-द्दह च्छिन्द्धि भिन्द्धीति मां तर्जयत्सु ।मयूरं समारुह्य मा भैरिति त्वंपुरः शक्तिपाणिर्ममायाहि शीघ्रम् ॥ २१ ॥
In plain words
When Death's messengers close in, savage and shouting in rage — Burn him! Cut him down! Tear him apart! — come riding your peacock, spear in hand, and stand right in front of me saying, Don't be afraid. Come quickly.
Close to the Sanskrit
When Death's fierce messengers, in their rage, threaten me with 'Burn him! Cut him! Split him!' — you, mounting your peacock, spear in hand, saying 'Do not fear,' come swiftly before me.