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In plain words
There, ring upon ring of ramparts stands in Līlā, divine play, and the gate-towers climb clean past the sky. Mother, may that city of yours, with beauty that carries the heart away, fill me with wonder.
Close to the Sanskrit
There, the row of ramparts is Līlā, divine play; its gate-towers overleap the sky. Mother, may your city, endowed with ravishing beauty, grant wonder.