लक्ष्मीर्मौक्तिकलक्षकल्पितसितच्छत्रं तु धत्ते रसा-दिन्द्राणी च रतिश्च चामरवरे धत्ते स्वयं भारती ।वीणामेणविलोचनाः सुमनसां नृत्यन्ति तद्रागव-द्भावैराङ्गिकसात्त्विकैः स्फुटरसं मातस्तदाकर्ण्यताम् ॥
In plain words
Lakṣmī holds with delight a white canopy strung with a hundred thousand pearls; Indrāṇī and Rati hold the two exquisite chowries, while Bhāratī herself holds her lute. Fawn-eyed celestial maidens dance to that very melody, their āṅgika and sāttvika Bhāvas—their physical gestures and involuntary states—clearly expressing Rasa—aesthetic rapture. O Mother, listen to this.
Close to the Sanskrit
Lakṣmī holds with delight a white parasol fashioned with a hundred thousand pearls; Indrāṇī and Rati hold the two excellent chowries, and Bhāratī herself holds her lute; fawn-eyed maidens of the gods dance attuned to that melody, with āṅgika and sāttvika Bhāvas—bodily gestures and involuntary emotional expressions—clearly expressing Rasa—aesthetic rapture: O Mother, let that be heard.