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In plain words
O supreme Goddess, O Śarvāṇī, in the work of praising you even Brahmā's weavings of words lose their pride and cannot lean on mastery of speech. Even so, O Kāmākṣī, whose eyes are dark as a full-blown blue lotus, my eagerness to serve your feet makes me wholly eloquent in praising you.
Word for word
Learning, O Parameśvarī, in the rite of praise not at all do they resort to, of words, Brahmā's even compositions, with pride falling, O Śarvāṇī, your; to praise you, O dark-eyed like the full-blown blue lotus, O Kāmākṣī, me makes eloquent, even so, utterly, the eagerness for service of your feet.