। ॥ ५१ ॥
In plain words
Hold the Mother's form, red as a kadamba blossom — hold it, my mind. Let go of that fixation; it is the worse one, the one that harms you. Do not covet. Whose is wealth, anyway?
Close to the Sanskrit
Contemplate, O my mind, the form of the Mother, red as the kadamba; release the more sinful fixation — do not covet: whose, indeed, is wealth?