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In plain words
Wrapped in divine cloth with the sheen of gold, beautiful with a belt of small chiming bells, lit up by a bright golden sash — O Skanda, your waist, and its radiance, is what I hold in my mind.
Close to the Sanskrit
Shining with divine garments that have the lustre of gold, splendid with a girdle of tinkling little bells, blazing forth with a gleaming band of gold — O Skanda, I contemplate that radiant waist of yours.