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In plain words
I worship Kāmākṣī, the wish-granting creeper of the poets' words: crowned with the moon, lovely of face, her side glances restless in play, her smile jasmine-white, bending under her breasts' weight, her hair putting bees to flight, kindling the full fire of love in Māra's foe.
Word for word
Moon-crested, clever-faced, restless-eye-corner-play, jasmine-smiling, breast-weight-bowed, hair-scattered-bees, of Māra's enemy the Madana-fire full kindling, Kāmākṣī her, of the poet-race's words the kalpa creeper, I worship.