। ॥ १२१ ॥
In plain words
One kinnarī sings a sweet-toned phrase. Urvaśī holds her instrument; Rambhā dances in playful, graceful steps before you, Mother. The women of the gods cast aside their own tasks and gaze at your face—an ocean of the nectar of eternal bliss, its eyes swimming with honeyed intoxication—and they rejoice.
Close to the Sanskrit
Some kinnarī sings a sweet-toned phrase; Urvaśī, holding her instrument, [plays]; Rambhā dances with playful, charming steps — before you, O Mother. And the women of the gods, casting off entirely the task at hand, gaze upon your face, an ocean of the nectar of eternal bliss, its eyes swimming with the intoxication of honey-wine, and they rejoice.