। ॥ १ ॥
In plain words
I have no capacity for worship. At your feet, no devotion. No turning away from what the senses want. No grip on the discipline of meditation. Thinking this over in my mind, always, I gather up for the Primordial Power a worship made of flowers of beautiful words.
Close to the Sanskrit
For me there is no capacity for worship; at your two feet, no devotion; nor is there dispassion toward sense-objects; in the discipline of meditation, no hold. Thinking thus in my mind, always, I gather up for the Primordial Power a worship made of lovely flowers of words.