। ॥ १४ ॥
In plain words
Clear out my mind, and give me bhakti toward you that is actually real — grant me these, you who fill everything. Sāmba, Sadāśiva, Śambhu, Śaṅkara: your two feet are my refuge.
Close to the Sanskrit
Purity of the inner instrument, and devotion toward you that is genuine — bestow these, O all-pervading one. O Sāmba, O Sadāśiva, O Śambhu, O Śaṅkara: my refuge is the pair of your feet.