। ॥ २४ ॥
In plain words
Mother, the rose-flush of your body shames the massed beauty of kalhāra lilies in full bloom. Having meditated on that eternal form and attained splendor, Indra became the king who rules the world.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Mother, having meditated on your form, which by its rosy-red hue puts to shame the whole style of a massed abundance of lustrous kalhāra blossom-clusters, and reaching everlasting splendour — he is Indra, the king, who rules over the world.