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In plain words
O foe of Tāraka, I bow to your chest — still marked with the saffron it took from the embrace of the Pulinda chieftain's daughter, her breasts full and high; and where the guarding of your devotees is concerned, that same chest is flushed with love, always.
Close to the Sanskrit
The saffron colour, adhered from the embrace of the dense, amply full, high breasts of the daughter of the Pulinda lord — that chest of yours, O foe of Tāraka, ever full of love in the protecting of your own devotees, I bow to.