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In plain words
Your ears feast on nectar in garlands of poets' words, while the two young bees of your sidelong glance hover there and never leave. Seeing them, your third eye grows eager to taste the nine Rasas too and flushes slightly red with jealousy.
Close to the Sanskrit
Seeing that the two young bee-like sidelong glances do not leave your pair of ears, which alone delights in the nectar of the clustered compositions of poets, your forehead-eye, eager to taste the nine Rasas, becomes slightly red from jealousy.