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In plain words
O Mother, you are a girl longing to choose the slayer of Smara for her husband, the jewelled hall of Manmatha's careless play, whose way it is to steal the gleam of gold, holding a garland in her lotus hand.
Word for word
Eager for the choosing of Smara's crusher, jewel-hall of Manmatha's sport and play, whose nature is the theft of gold's lustre, you, O Mother, the girl, with garland held in lotus hand.