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In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, queen of the forehead-eyed Lord, the young parrot of my heart has pecked always with relish at the rice grains of the wave of sense objects and is tired. Catch it quickly in the net of your compassion and shut it inside the cage of your feet.
Word for word
Always relishing, of the sense-object wave the rice grains, having tasted, tired, the heart-parrot chick, O Mother, my, in the compassion net, O queen of the forehead-eyed, O Kāmākṣī, quickly having caught, may you enclose in your foot-pair cage.