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In plain words
It opens as twilight begins. It sits in the innermost chamber at the crown of the Vedas. Loving bees circle it and make it lovelier, again and again it shines with a pure fragrance, a pure longing. The serpent king is its jewellery. Every flower, every bright mind, is fit to worship it. Its qualities are what let it be seen at all — strung open like blossoms on a thread. I serve that great liṅga, Mallikārjuna of the holy hill, held in the Goddess's embrace.
Close to the Sanskrit
Blossomed forth at the onset of twilight; established within the innermost place that is the crown of the Vedas; delightful with bees full of love; again and again resplendent with pure fragrance; having the lord of serpents as its ornament; to be worshipped by all flowers; made manifest through its qualities — I serve the great liṅga Mallikārjuna of Śrīgiri, embraced by Śivā.