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In plain words
May the broad, conch-shaped neck of Ambikā’s Lord, radiant with its ornaments, shine forever within you. Three dark poison-lines gleam across it like blue collyrium, as if Bhavānī herself had carefully traced them in love-charming ink out of love for her own self.
Close to the Sanskrit
May that thick, conch-shaped neck of Ambikā’s husband, made exceedingly lovely by the abundant radiance of its ornaments, shine forever within you. On it three poison-lines, like deep-blue collyrium, glow as though Bhavānī herself had carefully drawn them with the ink of a love-charm, out of love for her own self.