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In plain words
Restless is the glance at the corner of her eye; she carries a row of fragrant arrows; prapañca itself is nothing but her Indrajāla, her web of illusion. She is the shore of the ocean of calamity, the very hall within the hearts of the Munis, and before her the Lokapālas bow low. In the heart, her Līlā runs sweet as nectar, trembling with love.
Close to the Sanskrit
Restless at the corner of the eye; bearing a row of fragrant arrows; having prapañca as her Indrajāla; the shore of the ocean of calamity; the hall within the Munis’ hearts; before whom the Lokapālas bow; in the heart, whose Līlā is nectar-sweet and trembling with love.