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In plain words
For the quieting of all calamities I serve that wife of Śaṅkara: far beyond words, a boat for the assembly of gods across the ocean of sorrow, a sharp-edged axe in the forest of poison trees of delusion, fond of the Kampā's bank, whose ever-rising story the poets tell.
Word for word
Far from words, for the assembly of the thirty across the ocean of sorrow a boat, in the forest of poison trees of delusion a sharp-edged axe, Kampā-bank-loving, by poets told-rising-story, for the calming I serve of all calamities, Śaṅkara's that wife.