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In plain words
I am always sinking under the weight of my own sorrow. You are family to the helpless, and I ask no one but you. This anguish of mine dams up my devotion to you and keeps fresh trouble always ready — destroy it quickly, son of Umā.
Close to the Sanskrit
I am always sunk under the burden of sorrow; you are the kinsman of the destitute — I beg no one other than you. My mental anguish, which obstructs devotion to you and which always has affliction prepared, destroy swiftly, O son of Umā, you.