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In plain words
O Mother, daughter of the lord of the snow mountain, long ago Māra's foe conquered the cities when you had been pleased by hundreds of hymns. So, Mother Kāmākṣī, when the hour of death has come, may your pair of lotus feet shine at once in my mind.
Word for word
Of old Māra's enemy the city conquered, O Mother, by hundreds of praises, when pleased being you, O daughter of the snow-mountain king; hence your, O Kāmākṣī, may it flash quickly, at the time of death, when arrived, O Mother, my in the mind, the lotus-foot pair.