जलच्युताच्युताङ्गरागलम्पटालिशालिनीविलोलराधिकाकचान्तचम्पकालिमालिनी ।सदावगाहनावतीर्णभर्तृभृत्यनारदाधुनोतु नो मनोमलं कलिन्दनन्दिनी सदा ॥ ७ ॥
In plain words
The sandal-paste washes off Acyuta's body into her water, and the bees, mad for that fragrance, will not leave her surface. Rādhikā plays, her hair swings loose, and the campaka blossoms slip from its tips — the river wears them as her garland. Into her Nārada, the Lord's own servant, comes down to bathe, again and again. May the daughter of Kalinda shake the stain from our minds, always.
Close to the Sanskrit
She who is graced by bees greedy for the body-paste of Acyuta that has fallen into her water; she who is garlanded by the row of campaka blossoms from the tips of swaying Rādhikā's hair; she into whom Nārada, the servant of the Lord, descends for constant bathing — may the daughter of Kalinda always shake away the stain of our mind.