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In plain words
When will they fall upon the path of my eyes, those who play in Kāñcī out of compassion alone, with the hue of kalāya buds, full sprouts of the host of all good, slow with the weight of their breasts, kindly toward poets, rich with the ripened juice of mercy?
Word for word
When, play-holding, by compassion alone, in Kāñcī, kalāya-bud-lustred, full sprouts of the auspicious multitude, slow from the burden of breasts, toward poet-folk they kindly, with ripened mercy-flavour, fall within the eyes' path?