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In plain words
O Śivā, O Goddess Kāmākṣī, may your two feet, spreading their rays, be a rope let down into the deep well of darkness, a sun in the lotus grove of my heart, and the monsoon month in the river of poetry rich in flavour.
Word for word
O Śivā, may they act as a rope in the deep hollow of the darkness-well, as the sun in my heart-lotus grove, as Nabhas month in the river of the manner of flavoured poetry, your, O Kāmākṣī, ray-spreading, O Devī, feet.