। ॥ १३ ॥
In plain words
Your nakedness itself says it out loud, Lord: sense-objects hold nothing for you. O Sāmba, Sadāśiva, Śambhu, Śaṅkara — your two feet are my refuge.
Close to the Sanskrit
Your very sky-clad nakedness also makes manifest your indifference toward sense-objects, O all-pervading one. O Sāmba, O ever-auspicious Śiva, O Śambhu, O Śaṅkara — your pair of feet is my refuge.