प्रातः स्मरामि ललितावदनारविन्दंबिम्बाधरं पृथुलमौक्तिकशोभिनासम् ।आकर्णदीर्घनयनं मणिकुण्डलाढ्यंमन्दस्मितं मृगमदोज्ज्वलफालदेशम् ॥ 1 ॥
In plain words
At dawn I hold in remembrance Lalitā's lotus-face—lips red as bimba fruit, her nose bright with a full pearl, long eyes sweeping toward her ears, jeweled earrings shining, a tender smile, and a forehead luminous with musk.
Close to the Sanskrit
At dawn I remember Lalitā's lotus-face: lips like the bimba fruit, a nose shining with a large pearl, long eyes reaching toward the ears, richly adorned with jeweled earrings, a gentle smile, and a forehead made radiant with musk.