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In plain words
When shall I have before my eyes the one whose slender body thrills in the clasp of the foe of the three cities, who makes the land of Kāñcī holy, the lovely display of the power of the god whose weapons are flowers?
Word for word
Before me when indeed shall I make, the creeper-limbed one thrilled by the pressure of the cities' enemy, purifying the Kāñcī land, the charming sequence of the flower-weaponed one's valour?