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In plain words
May the wave of Kāmākṣī's compassionate side glance serve my desire: in the three worlds it is a certain dark moonlight; in the faces of the meritorious it is a certain bank of rain clouds giving rise to a rain of boundless poetry; in the work of enchanting the mind of Māra's foe it is a certain sprout of darkness.
Word for word
Dark, a certain moonlight in the three worlds, of the meritorious in the face the begetter of the rain of limitless poetry, which, a certain cloud bank, in the rite of bewildering the mind of Māra's foe a certain darkness-sprout, Kāmākṣī's compassion-glance-wave for my desire may it be fit.