। ॥ ३४ ॥
In plain words
I recognize no other god worth honoring, Mother, than the lotus of your feet. Agastya and the other meditators, their minds cleansed by Bhakti, devotion, are all set free by that supreme nectar of immortality.
Close to the Sanskrit
I do not consider any deity other than the lotus of your feet worthy of honor, Ambikā. Agastya, the pot-born, and the other meditators, their minds thoroughly purified by Bhakti, devotion, are all completely liberated through the supreme nectar of immortality.