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In plain words
O Bhavānī, O Mother Kāmākṣī, may your two feet strike again and again at my bewilderments of darkness, thickened by becoming. From a gleaming drop of their lac, the young moon that lives in Dhūrjaṭi's matted hair carries a red mark on its body.
Word for word
O Bhavānī, may they be hostile, to the becoming-thickened, my, again and again, to the delusions of tamas, your, O Mother, O Kāmākṣī, two feet; of which from bearing the flash of a lac drop, Dhūrjaṭi's-hair-hut-dwelling, a red mark bears on its body the moon's bud.