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In plain words
In one place the massed rays of blazing rubies turn the air to sunset; in another the sharp green flash of emeralds turns it to nightfall; somewhere else the wide pearl hanging at the centre pours down moonlight. Mother, to that beautiful jewelled house of yours we bow, always.
Close to the Sanskrit
Somewhere made twilight-like by the mass of rays from blazing rubies; somewhere else made night-dark by the clear, flashing splendour of emeralds; somewhere made moonlit by the lustre of the wide pearl hanging at the centre — O Mother, your beautiful jewelled mansion we always worship.