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In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, I contemplate your feet, far beyond words, thieves who steal the darkness of dullness, saviours of the world, red, skilled only at play within the hearts of sages, smiling through their nails, the essence of the Vedic words, who have broken the frenzy of the crocodile of becoming.
Word for word
Far from words, thieves of the darknesses of dullness, world-protection-made, red, sole experts in play in munis' hearts, smiling by nails, essences of the Veda's words, broken-becoming-crocodile-frenzy, the feet your, O Mother, O Kāmākṣī, I contemplate.