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In plain words
Filling every direction with the wondrous fragrance rising from your hair—you are the one to whom the self-born master of Māyā bows; through your grace he creates us, this entire universe.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having bowed to you, who fill every quarter densely with wondrous waves of fragrance rising from your hair, Svayambhū, the master of Māyā, creates us—this entire universe—by your grace.