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In plain words
Within I hold the Mother in mind, her crown marked with the moon's crescent, ringed by stainless consciousness, never dissolving, dwelling on the seat of the scriptures, lovely in her bangles.
Word for word
I contemplate within, by the moon's digit marked of crest, with a ring of pure cit, the dissolution-free, the Āgama-seat-dwelling, bangle-marked beauty, the Mother.