। ॥ ३२ ॥
In plain words
Let a spit of disgust land in the mouth that has never once held your name, O Lord who fills everything. Sāmba, Sadāśiva, Śambhu, Śaṅkara — your two feet are my refuge.
Close to the Sanskrit
Let the spitting-sound be in the mouth of him in whose mouth your name is not, O all-pervading one. O Sāmba, O Sadāśiva, O Śambhu, O Śaṅkara — your pair of feet is my refuge.