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In plain words
O Mother, may my mind take refuge with those sprouts of Śaṅkara's merit that move on the Kampā's bank, with the unfading blue beauty of the tamāla, houses of youth's play, their hair marked by the young moon, their eyes like red lotuses, heavy with full breasts, fanning the boldness of the mind-born god.
Word for word
With unwearied tamāla-blue beauty, with youth-play houses, with the young star-lord-marked hair, with red-lotus eyes, O Mother, may it resort, the mind, with those that blow the bellows of Manasija's boldness, with Kampā-bank movers, with dense-breast-weighted, with merit-sprouts, with Śaṅkara's.