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In plain words
O friend of the Kampā river, daughter of the lord of mountains, at the daybreak of bowing to you a sun rises for the good, the dawning of flavoured poetry, and it swiftly seals in sleep the night lilies of the swelling verse of their proud rivals.
Word for word
At the day-beginning of bowing, O friend of the Kampā river, to you, the unfolding of flavoured poetry, the sun, of the good risen, the night-lily of the rising poetry of the very proud rivals brings swiftly to the seal of sleep, O daughter of the mountain lord.