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In plain words
So the garland is strung: syllable-flowers, one by one, an ornament for the lotus feet of the mountain's daughter. Its words have a fragrance, and the world is washed clean by that scent. From it the nectar of Śiva's own state keeps dripping. May it make the poet-bees drunk.
Close to the Sanskrit
Thus this garland of mātṛkā-flowers — an ornament for the lotus feet of the daughter of the best of mountains, making the world stainless by the essences of the fragrance of its fine utterances, dripping the nectar of Śiva's state, so strung together — may it intoxicate the poet-bees.