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In plain words
With fans woven of the hundred-petalled lotus, cool by their own Svabhāva, their nature, heavy with fragrance, golden with pollen, humming under the female bees, more of them than I can count — with these, O Jagadambā, I fan you.
Close to the Sanskrit
With fans made of hundred-petalled lotuses, cool by their Svabhāva, laden with surpassing fragrance, yellowed with pollen, set humming by female bees, and countless — with these, O Jagadambā, I fan you.