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In plain words
O beloved of Madana's foe, who, however hard he tries, can trace the path of your greatness? Even so, O you who delight in play at holy Kāñcī, some ripening of my mind makes a chatterer of me in praising your feet.
Word for word
Of greatness the path, O lover of Madana's opponent, able to determine your is, striving even, which one? Even so, O lover of play in Śrī Kāñcī, a certain of the mind ripening in the rites of praise of your feet makes me a prattler.