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In plain words
Mother, I bow to the lion-throne as well, always. It was set down with joy at the bindu, in the ring of deities standing each at its own post. Gold blazing with every kind of gem, and the light pouring off it so thickly that the throne stands in its own weather, overcast with radiance. A cushion of flower-down on it, trembling at a touch. Kāmeśvara seated there. And this is where unending bliss begins.
Close to the Sanskrit
Placed with joy in the bindu, which is encircled by the host of deities stationed each in its own place; clouded over by the flooding radiance that flashes from gold ablaze with jewels of every kind; furnished with a quivering seat of flower-down; occupied by Kāmeśvara; the root source of eternal bliss — that lion-throne too, O Mother, I salute continually.