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In plain words
Amid the waves of the ocean of nectar, bright with surging billows, shines the Island of Jewels, encircled by groves of wish-granting trees and radiant with kadamba thickets. Within a hall built of a thousand jewelled pillars, in the finest mansion, Mother, I contemplate your lion-throne fashioned from the wish-granting gem.
Close to the Sanskrit
In the midst of the waves of the nectar-ocean sparkling with surging billows, on the resplendent Island of Jewels, encircled by groves of wish-granting trees, brilliant with kadamba thickets, in the midst of a hall built of a thousand jewelled pillars, in the highest of celestial mansions — O Mother, your lion-throne, fashioned out of the wish-granting gem, I hold in contemplation.