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In plain words
O beloved of Śivā, O Śambhu, wearing the crescent moon upon your brow, O supreme lord bearing the trident and the knotted locks of hair—you alone pervade the universe, wearing the cosmos as your form. Be gracious, O Lord, be gracious, O embodiment of infinite completeness.
Close to the Sanskrit
O beloved of Śivā, O Śambhu, O wearer of the half-moon on your crest, O great lord, O holder of the trident and matted locks, you alone are all-pervading in the universe and have the universal form; be gracious, be gracious, O Lord, O embodiment of fullness.