। ॥ १२२ ॥
In plain words
I am the host of suns whose rising wipes out the thickest packed dark of delusion. I am time cut into every one of its measures — the passing ghaṭikā, the day, the night, the year, the age, the aeon.
Close to the Sanskrit
I am the mass of suns that is the utter destruction of the densest heap of the darkness of delusion. I am the divisions of time — the ghaṭikā, day, night, year, yuga, kalpa.