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In plain words
Your face is a crimson orb from the gem-set earrings; you wear green silk, ornaments flashing on your skin, and shine like molten gold. O Mother, one who meditates on you in the heart destroys the fickleness of Śrī.
Close to the Sanskrit
You whose face-orb is crimson from gem-set earrings, who wear green silk garments, whose ornaments flash upon the skin, and whose radiance is that of molten gold — meditating on you with the heart, O Mother, one destroys the fickleness of Śrī.