भगवति भवलीलामौलिमाले तवाम्भःकणमणुपरिमाणं प्राणिनो ये स्पृशन्ति ।अमरनगरनारीचामरग्राहिणीनांविगतकलिकलङ्कातङ्कमङ्के लुठन्ति ॥ १ ॥
In plain words
Bhagavatī — garland on the crown of Śiva at play — whoever so much as touches one atom-small drop of your water ends up sprawled in the laps of the fan-bearing women of the immortals' city, the stain of this age of strife gone from them, and its dread gone with it.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Bhagavatī, O garland upon the crown of Śiva at his play — those living beings who touch a drop of your water, atom-small in measure, roll in the lap of the fan-bearing women of the city of the immortals, the stain and the dread of Kali gone.