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In plain words
The mountain of gold rests in your hand, Giriśa. Kubera, lord of every treasure, stands at your elbow. Heaven's wishing-tree, the cow who gives whatever is asked, the gems that grant each thought — these are the furniture of your house. The cool moon sits on your head. Every good thing there is waits at your two feet. What could I possibly give you? Let my mind be yours.
Close to the Sanskrit
The golden mountain being in your hand, O Giriśa; the lord of wealth standing close by; the host of heaven's tree, the immortal wish-granting cow and the thought-gems being in your house; the cool-rayed one being on your head; all auspiciousness standing at your pair of feet — what object shall I give? Let my mind be for your sake.