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In plain words
We see Kāmākṣī within: bright as the tip of a grain of wild rice, opening the lotuses of the six centres, moving along the path of the suṣumnā, wet with nectar flowing from the moon at the highest place, the dawn of the supreme light come to its fulness.
Word for word
Inward-turned we see, with the brilliance of a clearly shining wild-rice spike's tip, the one who split open the six ādhāra lotuses, moving on the suṣumnā's path, wet with nectar dripping from the moon of the supreme place, Kāmākṣī, the rising of the ripened supreme light.