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In plain words
Your waist is slender by nature, and it is tired: the weight of your breasts bends it, and little by little it looks as though it were giving way. O jewel among women — that waist stands the way a tree stands on a riverbank the water has eaten out from under it. Daughter of the mountain, may it be safe, and long.
Close to the Sanskrit
Of your waist — naturally slender, wearied by the weight of the slopes of your breasts, its form bending, as if slowly snapping, O crest-jewel of women — of that waist, whose hold on standing is in the same condition as a tree on the bank of a river whose bank has crumbled away: may there be well-being for long, O daughter of the mountain.