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In plain words
We bow always to the redness of Kāmākṣī's feet, which in the ocean of blue light from the sapphires in her swaying anklets, whitened by the moving foam of her nails' rays, plainly calls to mind the leaping flame of the fire beneath the sea.
Word for word
We salute, in the ocean of sapphire splendour of the swinging jewelled anklets, by moving nail-ray foams whitened, clearly to the one making the guess of the strong moving flame of the aurva fire, of Kāmākṣī, always, to the redness of the feet.