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In plain words
I cannot churn the ocean for nectar to set before you. I cannot break open the underworld and come back with its jewels. I am no hunter; the forest yields me nothing. So tell me — food, flowers, ornaments, fine cloth — how am I supposed to put together a worship like that for you, Śiva, with the moon in your hair?
Close to the Sanskrit
Skilled in the churning of the ocean I am not; nor a piercer of the netherworld; nor am I a hunter proficient in forest-hunting. Tell me: how am I to arrange for you a worship consisting chiefly of food, flowers, ornaments, and garments, O moon-crested one?