। ॥
In plain words
My heart longs for her whom Śambhu's two eyes drink in, who fondles Paramaśiva, a garland of waves of the nectar of beauty.
Word for word
Restless-hearted I am, of Śambhu by the eye-pair, for her being tasted, for her who caressed Paramaśiva, for the wave-garland of loveliness-nectar.