। ॥ ११ ॥
In plain words
From you this world is born, O God Bhava, conqueror of desire. In you alone it rests, O Mṛḍa, lord of the universe. Into you alone it dissolves, O Lord, O Hara, whose very essence is the liṅga and whose form is the entire universe of moving and unmoving things.
Close to the Sanskrit
From you the world arises, O God, Bhava, enemy of Smara; in you alone the world stays, O Mṛḍa, lord of the universe; into you alone this world goes to dissolution, O Lord, O Hara, whose essence is the liṅga and whose form is the moving and unmoving universe.