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In plain words
Six lotuses, and I am looking at them: your soft, flashing smiles are their swans; the rows of your darting sidelong glances, their swarms of bees; your lips, red as bimba fruit, drip nectar. Son of Śiva, these are your six faces, and this is what I see.
Close to the Sanskrit
Bearing swans in the form of flashing gentle smiles; brilliant with swarms of bees in the form of rows of darting sidelong glances; having bimba-red lips that drip nectar — O son of Īśa, I behold your six face-lotuses.