। ॥ १५ ॥
In plain words
Your twelve eyes are wide, drawn long to the very corners of your ears, and compassion pours from them without stopping. If one of them slid the smallest bit toward me — once, just once — O you whose whole nature is compassion, what would it cost you?
Close to the Sanskrit
Among your twelve eyes—wide, long to the corners of the ears, ceaselessly streaming compassion—if even a slight sidelong glance were let fall upon me just once, O you whose nature is compassion, what loss indeed would there be for you?