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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, my Mother, matted with locks that are the rays of the red gems in their anklets, seated in the midst of the Gaṅgā's waters that are the light flowing from their nails, your lotus feet surely practise tapas to save the world.
Word for word
Matted-haired with the masses of rays of the red gems flashing in the anklets, sitting in the middle of the Gaṅgā waters of the streams of nail light, the world's protection to make, O Mother, my, O Kāmākṣī, certainly austerity holds, your foot-lotus pair.