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In plain words
Kāmākṣī's pair of lotus feet laughs at coral: served always by the Maruts yet never restless, always keeping their red, their beauty never growing poor with age, and by the excellence of their virtues able to scold with the chime of their anklets.
Word for word
By maruts served, always also, and free of fickleness, always redness going, whose beauty does not become poor in ripening, from excellence of qualities, with anklet jinglings skilled in rebuke, the coral, Kāmākṣī's mocks, the lotus-foot pair.