। ॥ ८५ ॥
In plain words
It draws in the women of heaven, the kinnarīs, kings as well; it is the thing the mind should hold and dwell on; it rests in your hand, red as kumkum — O Śivā, that noose: on the one we hate, I let it fly.
Close to the Sanskrit
That noose in your hand, saffron-hued, which draws the women of heaven, Kinnarīs, and kings, is to be contemplated in the mind. Śivā, I cast it upon the one we hate.