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In plain words
In a temple burning brighter still with its heaped jewels, I set the beauty alight — lamps strung in garlands, ranged along pillars of gem, wonderful lamps lifted in the hands of little golden figures, their flames fed with cow's ghee, divine lamps. All of it kindled through Dhī—the mind. Daughter of the mountain, let it serve your delight.
Close to the Sanskrit
I make the loveliness blaze up in a temple shining forth all the more brilliantly with masses of jewels — with divine hosts of lamps: hung down in the form of garlands, arranged upon jewelled pillars, wonderful, held in the hands of golden figurines, fed with cow's ghee — through Dhī—the mind. O daughter of the mountain, may it serve for your satisfaction.