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In plain words
I keep before me the dances of heaven’s graceful women, wholly given to serving the Lord. Their ornaments sway, and lovely songs pour like nectar from their lotus-faces. Watching each sweep of the arms, each planted step, and every Bhāva—the feeling carried in gesture—the Pramatha dancers, men and women, grow drunk with delight and offer them eager honor.
Close to the Sanskrit
I constantly worship the dances of the heavenly women, graceful in form and intent on serving the Lord: their ornaments swing; the nectar of lovely songs flows from their face-lotuses; and the male and female Pramatha dancers, intoxicated with the joy that rises as they watch the movements of the arms, the placing of the feet, and the Bhāvas—the expressive gestures—offer them honor.