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In plain words
May the sprouts of Kāmākṣī's shining smile take away my sense of "mine". Against them the whiteness of the moonlit night can only stand as the opponent's first view to be refuted, the autumn moon forever strives to be weighed in the same scale, and even the conch longs for the hard-won standing of their resident pupil.
Word for word
Whose goes to the pūrvapakṣa-path the moonlit-night's whiteness; whose constantly strives to mount the balance-rank the autumn moon; whose wishes the conch even the hard-to-get pupil-status; of Kāmākṣī may remove mine-ness my those smile-lustre-sprouts.