। ॥ ३७ ॥
In plain words
I bow to you, my Lord — friend to every soul who turns to you, ocean of compassion. I have fallen into this sea of becoming; lift me out with one glance of your grace, honest and direct, pouring down like nectar of boundless compassion.
Close to the Sanskrit
Salutations to you, O Lord, O kinsman of those who bow [before you], O ocean of compassion! Lift me up, fallen in the ocean of worldly existence, with your own gracious sidelong glance — direct, a shower of the nectar of intense compassion.