पुरदमयितुर्वामोत्सङ्गस्थलेन रसज्ञयासरसकविताभाजा काञ्चीपुरोदरसीमया ।तटपरिसरैर्नीहाराद्रेर्वचोभिरकृत्रिमैःकिमिव न तुलामस्मच्चेतो महेश्वरि गाहते ॥
In plain words
O great Goddess, in what does our mind not equal your favourite dwellings: the left lap of the tamer of the cities, the poet's tongue rich in feeling, the inner bounds of Kāñcī, the slopes of the snow mountain, and the uncreated words of the Veda? So dwell in it.
Word for word
With the left-lap place of the city-tamer, with the tongue possessing flavoured poetry, with the inner bounds of Kāñcī, with the slopes of the snow mountain, with the unmade words, in what not equality our mind, O Maheśvarī, attains?