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In plain words
Victory to you, Mother of the world, wife of Hara, who by the glow of your face have conquered the autumn lotus and by the glow of your hair mock the clouds. O bearer of the supreme form, be always the supreme support for me, who have lost my awareness and dance the wild dance of dullness.
Word for word
Conquer, O world-Mother, O Hara's wife, by face lustre the conqueror of the autumn lotus, the mocker of clouds by hair lustre, supreme support make always, O bearer of the supreme form, for me, of lost saṃvit, dancing the pomp of dullness.