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In plain words
Meditate on her in her first blossoming, drops of blood bright on her dark blue cloth; a wine-cup in her hand, the corners of her eyes rolling with its intoxication, her breasts full and lifting her, the knot of her hair fallen loose — the dusky one. She keeps house with the Three-eyed One. In Tripurasundarī I take refuge.
Close to the Sanskrit
One should meditate on her who is in her first flowering, whose dark-blue garment is flecked with drops of blood, who holds a cup of wine, whose eye-corners roll with intoxication, who is lifted high by the weight of her full breasts, whose topknot has slipped loose, the dusky one — the consort of the Three-eyed One; in Tripurasundarī I take refuge.