। ॥ ११७ ॥
In plain words
Anyone who sees you every day in meditation, Pārvatī, as sheer light — I think, beautiful one, that in him this whole truth has come to rest, the rest the Vedas point to. And I, at that moment, in the middle of worshipping you, my heart packed solid with bliss, went into being no longer different from that. Supreme Śivā, this — just this — is your grace.
Close to the Sanskrit
He who sees you daily, O Pārvatī, by meditation, as made of light — I think, O beautiful one, that this entire truth has gone to its settled ground in the Vedas. And I, who at that time, in the rite of your worship, my heart dense with bliss, have gone to non-difference from that — O supreme Śivā, that, this, is your grace.