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In plain words
O Mother, ornament of Kāñcī, how could men come by a wave of words full of feeling that makes honey's sweetness seem low, a fame that fills the worlds, a form that surpasses the mind-born god, and enjoyment fit for the mind, without the surging of your side glance?
Word for word
Of flavoured words a wave, the sweetness of honey becoming low, world-filling fame, a form surpassing Manobhava, O Mother, for the mind fitting enjoyment for men your arises how without, O Kāñcī's ornament, the glance-billowing?