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In plain words
O Śivā, O Kāmākṣī, your pair of feet, soft by nature, grows utterly weary at the mere talk of a lazy walk. How then does it bear the clash of the diadems of the host of gods, and how does it dwell in the minds of great sages, sharp as a needle?
Word for word
Which utterly tires at talks of a slow walk even, O Śivā, that this, O Kāmākṣī, by nature soft, your foot pair, with diadems the striking how of the gods' host bears? Of the great munis it dwells in the mind and how, sharp as a needle?