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In plain words
O Devi, the tip of your foot is where every glory comes to rest, and where no misfortune can find a footing. So how did the wise ever set it beside the hard shell of a tortoise and call them alike? And how, on your wedding day, did Śiva — who shattered three cities — lift it in both hands and set it down on the stone, his heart flinching the whole time?
Close to the Sanskrit
O Devi, the front of your foot is the abode of glories, no abode for calamities. How was it brought by the good to comparison with the hard shell of a she-tortoise? Or how, at the time of the wedding, was it taken up with both arms by the breaker of the cities and placed upon the stone, with a mind that pitied it?