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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, dearest of Madana's foe, when shall I taste the nectar of serving your lotus feet, so skilful in taking away the anguish of the three worlds, to drive far off in a moment the great burning born of the bitter poison of my sins?
Word for word
When, to drive away, born of the bitter sin-poison, the great torment, O dearest of Madana's opponent, in a moment, your, O Kāmākṣī, in removing the three worlds' anguish, the most skilled, shall I obtain the nectar flavour of lotus-foot service?