अतश्चनमो निःशेषधीपत्रि-मालालयमयात्मने ।नाथाय स्थाणवे तुभ्यंनागयज्ञोपवीतिने ॥ २३ ॥तुभ्यं स्थाणवे - अविनाश्यमानैकरूपाय, नमः ।कीदृशाय ? - नागो वासुकिः यज्ञोपवीतं यस्य तस्मै, इत्थम् आकृतिमत्त्वेऽपिचित्रं यच्चित्रदृष्टोऽसि मनोरथगतोऽपि वा ।परमार्थफलं नाथ परिपूर्णं प्रयच्छसि ॥इति स्थित्या पूर्ण एव भगवान् इत्याह - निःशेषाणां - शिवादिकीटान्तानां, निःशेषाश्च या धियः संविदः, ता एव चाञ्चल्यात् पत्रिमालाः पक्षिपङ्क्तयः, तासां यो लयः - पूर्णाहन्तात्मनि विश्रान्तिः, तन्मय आत्मा यस्य तस्मै, स्थाणुश्च जरद्वृक्षकल्पः पक्षिवर्गालययुक्तो भवति ॥ २३ ॥
In plain words
And so: Homage to You, Lord Sthāṇu, wearing the serpent as Your sacred thread, whose Self is made of the resting place of the rows of birds that are all minds. ‘To You’, ‘Sthāṇu’, that is, whose single form is never destroyed, be ‘homage’. Of what kind? To Him whose ‘sacred thread’ is the ‘serpent’, Vāsuki. Even in having such a form, “It is a wonder that even seen in a painting, or even present in a wish, You grant, O Lord, the fruit of the highest reality, entire.” By this principle the Lord is wholly full: so he says: of ‘all’, that is, of all from Śiva down to the worm, the ‘minds’, that is, the saṃvids, which are all, are themselves ‘rows of birds’, lines of winged things, because of their restlessness; their ‘resting’, that is, their coming to rest in the Self that is full I-ness: He whose Self is made of that. And a sthāṇu, like an old tree, is the home of the flocks of birds.