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In plain words
Tell me, daughter of the mountain, when shall we play on the Kampā's bank, slender at the waist, with the beauty of a tāpiccha just opened, wearied by the fulness of our breasts, our hair marked by the young moon, given to Hara, our feet kissed by the crowns of many gods?
Word for word
Thin in the middle, with the beauty of a slightly opened tāpiccha, wearied by breast-fulness, young-moon-marked-haired, Hara-dependent, feet kissed by various gods' crowns, when on the Kampā bank, tell, shall we sport, O mountain-daughter?