तदित्थं भगवत्स्वरूपचिन्तनोच्छलितसमावेशरसेन घूर्णमानः सविस्मयमाहअहो स्वादुतमः शर्व-सेवाशंसासुधारसः ।कुत्र कालकलामात्रेन यो नवनवायते ॥ १११ ॥शर्वसेवाया - महादेवभक्तेः या इयम् आशंसा - सेवेयं शिवम् इति प्रार्थना सैव सुधा - अमृतं तस्य रसः - चमत्करणम्, अहो - चित्रं स्वादुतमः - परं स्पृहणीयतया क्षणमपि त्यक्तुम् अशक्यः, यः कुत्र - कस्मिंश्चित्कालस्य कलामात्रेऽपि - अंशमात्रेऽपि, न नवनवायते - अपि तु प्रतिक्षणं नवनवचमत्कारमय एव, न तु इतररसवत् अनवरतास्वादनेन वैरस्यम् आवहति ॥ १११ ॥
In plain words
So, reeling with the savour of samāveśa that wells up from contemplating the Lord's own form, he says in wonder: Ah, how most sweet is the nectar-savour of the hope of serving Śarva! In what mere moment of time does it not become new and ever new? Of ‘the serving of Śarva’, that is, of devotion to the Great God, ‘the hope’, that is, the prayer ‘May I serve Śiva’: that itself is ‘the nectar’, that is, the nectar of immortality, and ‘its savour’ is the bringing about of wonder. ‘Ah’, that is, it is a marvel; ‘most sweet’, that is, being supremely to be longed for, it cannot be left even for an instant. It is that which, ‘in what’, that is, in any ‘mere moment of time’ whatever, even in a mere part of it, does ‘not become new and ever new’? Rather, at every instant it is made of wonder new and ever new, and does not, like other savours, bring distaste through being tasted without pause.