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In plain words
May the noble waist of Manmatha’s foe bring me an unbroken company of blessings. A smooth, lovely girdle without equal clasps it tightly, its burnished gold carrying the evening-red radiance of the sun; its own brilliant gleams deepen its splendor. So subtle that the waist itself seems akin to Mithyā—an unreal appearance.
Close to the Sanskrit
May the magnificent waist of the enemy of Madana, bound tightly with a smooth, charming, and incomparable waistband made of refined gold red like the evening sun, enhanced in majesty by brilliant self-luminous gems, and resembling the illusory universe, ever grant me association with auspicious things.