व्यालम्बिनीभिः परितो जटाभिःकलावशेषेण कलाधरेण ।पश्यल्ललाटेन मुखेन्दुना चप्रकाशसे चेतसि निर्मलानाम् ॥ १७ ॥
In plain words
Matted locks hanging loose all around you, the moon in your hair worn down to one thin sliver, a forehead that looks out with its own eye, a face that is itself the moon — like this you shine out in the minds of those who are clear of stain.
Close to the Sanskrit
With matted locks hanging down on every side, with the digit-bearer whose remainder is a single sliver, with the seeing forehead and with the moon that is your face — you shine forth in the mind of the stainless.