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In plain words
The crescent in her hair, a star-necklace on her breast, a sweet bow in her hand, a swarm of bees on her arrow, her eyes rolling with intoxication — I remember her, the one intention of Smarāri, my treasure.
Close to the Sanskrit
The crescent-moon-streak in the hair, the star-necklace on the breast, the sweet bow in the hand, the swarm of the six-footed ones on the arrow — I remember the one aim of Smara's enemy, whose eyes roll with intoxication, my treasure.