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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, the fall of your glance is an ascetic who worships Śrīkaṇṭha alone: it has bathed in the waters of the river of love, it is smeared with ash made of the rays of your smile, and the light of your earring jewels is its matted hair.
Word for word
In the love-river-water bath having made, joined with smile-ray-made-ash-smearing, Kāmākṣī, with earring-jewel-lights matted-haired, Śrīkaṇṭha alone worships your look-fall.