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In plain words
O Supreme Śivā, O Kāmākṣī, may the rosy dust from the soles of your feet, foremost in quenching sin, purify us. To win a grain of it for their own heads, Mādhava and the other gods jostle helplessly, each crying me first.
Word for word
May they purify us, born of the foot-soles, rosy-lustred, the pollen your, leaders in calming sin, O Paraśivā; a particle to obtain of which on their own heads, O Kāmākṣī, helpless, turning, they spread "I, I" rivalry, Mādhava and others.