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In plain words
When will they come near the path of my eyes, those graceful fruits of Śambhu's tapas, dark as young rain clouds, who have swallowed the mass of darkness, ornaments of the Tuṇḍīra country, whose crest moon wounds the lotus groves?
Word for word
Swallowed-darkness-mass, ornaments of the Tuṇḍīra region, of the lotus-grove lineages with crests that pain, to the path of the eye nearer when indeed will be my, young-cloud-dark, of Śambhu the tapas-fruit-graces?