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In plain words
She moves through the coil, the triangle, the circling rings, and breaks open the mouth of the six-petalled lotus as it blooms. Her light is the light of a fierce sun, and she blazes with it. She is the river of nectar the moon's orb pours down, dawn-red in form, the jewel-lamp burning at the centre of the maṇḍala. In my mind I hold her — the supreme Goddess.
Close to the Sanskrit
Her who, roaming through the coil, the threefold angle and the circle, pierces the mouth of the white lotus blossoming with six petals; and who is blazing, her radiance the fierce sun's; the wave-bearing river of nectar poured forth by the moon's orb, having dawn-red form, the jewel-lamp within the maṇḍala — the supreme Deity I contemplate in the mind.