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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, dearest of the foe of the five-arrowed god, your feet are right to be always at odds with the lotuses: they keep company with bees that are dark by nature, they fold shut when the moon, lord of the twice-born, is praised, and they are mixed with rajas.
Word for word
By those holding company with naturally dark bee swarms, by those making closedness in rites of praise of the lord of the twice-born, by those mixed with rajas, by lotuses, always also, O Kāmākṣī, of the feet, enmity your is fitting, O dearest of the odd-arrowed's enemy.