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In plain words
May Tridhāman, the Three-Aboded One present in your Citta, recline there at play for a long while: Death’s enemy’s vast, moon-white belly has become a milk-ocean, pearled and rippling with folds, its downward navel a whirlpool, a great serpent swaying upon it, and its ever-fresh radiance a dwelling for Lakṣmī’s beauty.
Close to the Sanskrit
May Tridhāman—the Three-Aboded One who dwells in your Citta, your mind—recline playfully and for a long time in the vast, moon-white milk-ocean of the belly of Death’s enemy: strewn with pearls, rich in a wondrous net of crowded, wave-like folds, with a downward-turning navel-whirlpool and a swaying king-serpent, ever fresh in radiance, the dwelling of Lakṣmī’s beauty.