। ॥ २१ ॥
In plain words
The monkey of my heart will not sit still; it ranges the whole tree of sense-objects. Tie it down, and tie it tight, O Lord who is everywhere. Sāmba, Sadāśiva, Śambhu, Śaṅkara — your two feet are my refuge.
Close to the Sanskrit
The fickle monkey of my heart, roaming on the tree of sense-objects — bind it firmly, O all-pervading Lord. O Sāmba, Sadāśiva, Śambhu, Śaṅkara — your pair of feet is my refuge.