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In plain words
She keeps her house in the kadamba grove. Her garland lifts and sways on the fullness of her breasts. Her breasts stand like two mountains. She is the radiant shore of Guru-kṛpā, the Guru's grace. Her cheeks are flushed red with rapture. Her voice will not stop singing, and the song is sweet. By some ineffable woman, dark as a rain-cloud, we are effortlessly protected.
Close to the Sanskrit
By her whose dwelling-hall is the kadamba grove, by her whose garland dances upon the fullness of her breasts, by her whose breasts are likened to mountains, by her who is the shining shore of Guru-kṛpā, the Guru's grace, by her whose cheeks are red with rapture, by her voluble with sweet song, by some ineffable woman, dark as a rain-cloud, we are effortlessly protected.