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In plain words
Limbs dark as musk and soft to the touch, her body slow with the wine of kadamba blossoms, her jewelled vīṇā cradled against her left breast — the daughter of Mātaṅga: I hold her in my mind.
Close to the Sanskrit
Her whose tender limbs are dark as musk, her whose body is languid with the intoxication of drinking kādambarī wine, her whose jewelled vīṇā is held close against her left breast — the daughter of Mātaṅga I call to mind with the mind.