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In plain words
Their heavy braided hair sways like a swarm of restless bees; from their smiling lotus-faces floods of divine beauty rise and spill over. Dressed beyond compare, the dancing-women move, their throats sweet as the cuckoo's — O Devī, let this dance carry every wretchedness away.
Close to the Sanskrit
Whose heavy braided hair-knots sway like swarms of wandering bees, and whose floods of divine beauty well up from their smiling lotus-faces; dressed in incomparable lovely attire, the courtesans dance with throats sweet as cuckoos — O Devī, may the dancing dispel wretchedness.