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In plain words
Betel leaf reddening your mouth, a dark line of kohl along both eyes, saffron on your forehead, a strand of pearls trailing at your throat like a vine, and over the broad curve of your hips a sari woven of gold with a girdle that flashes — you, Gaurī, the young daughter of the lord of mountains: I worship you without pause.
Close to the Sanskrit
In your mouth, betel; on the pair of eyes, the streak of kohl; on the forehead, saffron; at the throat a creeper of pearls shines; on the broad slope of the hips, a golden sari with a flashing girdle. You, Gaurī, the young daughter of the lord of mountains, I worship unceasingly.