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In plain words
O Tripurasundarī Kāmākṣī, the beauty of your eyes is dark, its pupils shine full like stars, and it is moonlit by your smile. How strange, then, that it should quarrel with the blue lilies and the cakora birds, both of which love the moonlight.
Word for word
Dark your, Tripurasundarī, eye-beauty, Kāmākṣī, sprouted-dense-pupil (star) lustre, moonlit by smile-light also, how spreads rivalry, ah, with lilies and likewise with cakoras?