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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, your pair of feet, scorning the lotus, cool with the camphor of your nails' rays, sprinkled with cold water from the crescent on the crown of Māra's foe, gleaming, keeps friendship with the bright mass of young leaves, as a traveller's kindly eye befriends what it passes.
Word for word
The lotus scorning, cool with nail-ray camphor, sprinkled by Māra's foe's crown-moon-streak cold waters, gleaming, O Kāmākṣī, toward the clear-lustred sprout mass, your holds friendship, with a traveller's fair look, the foot pair.