। ॥ १ ॥
In plain words
Somehow, let me begin: I am washing my tongue clean with a few small fragments of your glory, O boundless one. Sāmba, Sadāśiva, Śambhu, Śaṅkara — your two feet are my refuge.
Close to the Sanskrit
Now, somehow, I purify my tongue with mere particles of your excellences, O all-pervading one. O Sāmba, O Sadāśiva, O Śambhu, O Śaṅkara — refuge for me is the pair of your feet.