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In plain words
The glow of twilight always longs for their redness; the moon's light falls away when it sees the shine of their nails; the young leaf longs with devotion to learn their ripened softness. Those feet of Kāmākṣī we hold in the mind.
Word for word
Of which the twilight lustre always for the redness longs, of which and the moon's beauty falls having seen the nail lustre, of which the excess of ripening the sprout with devotion wishes to study, of softness, Kāmākṣī's, in the mind feet those we spread.