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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, as your glance moves crookedly on the Gaṅgā, the Mandākinī that Māra's foe cherishes at the edge of his crown, for a moment it raises the doubt that it is a fish darting about in a flash of anger.
Word for word
By Māra's foe at the crown's border cherished, in the Mandākinī-water your crookedly moving, Kāmākṣī, from anger-haste turning-fish doubt sprouts for a moment the eye-fall.