यत्र प्रत्युप्तरत्नप्रवरपरिलसद्भूरिरोचिष्प्रतान-स्फूर्त्यां मूर्तिर्मुरारेर्द्युमणिशतचितव्योमवद्दुर्निरीक्ष्या ।कुर्वत्पारेपयोधि ज्वलदकृशशिखाभास्वदौर्वाग्निशङ्कांशश्वन्नः शर्म दिश्यात्कलिकलुषतमःपाटनं तत्किरीटम् ॥
In plain words
Where the dazzling brilliance of the choice gems inlaid on the crown of Murari makes His divine form as hard to gaze upon as a hundred suns filling the sky—evoking the dread sight of the wild submarine fire raging across the ocean—may that very crown forever grant us peace, shattering the deep shadows of this dark age.
Close to the Sanskrit
Where the form of Murari, hard to look at like a hundred suns gathered in the sky by the flashing of abundant light spreads from the best inlaid gems, constantly causing the suspicion of a blazing large-flamed submarine fire across the ocean, may that crown of his grant welfare to us, tearing apart the impurity and darkness of Kali.