। ॥ ३५ ॥
In plain words
Surely you were the one struck with a bow, long ago, by a man whose mind was fixed on his kill — you, who fill everything. O Sāmba, Sadāśiva, Śambhu, Śaṅkara: your two feet are my refuge.
Close to the Sanskrit
Indeed, were you not struck with a bow, long ago, by the man whose mind was greedy for the prey, O all-pervading one! O Sāmba, O Sadāśiva, O Śambhu, O Śaṅkara — your pair of feet is my refuge.