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In plain words
May the charm of Kāmākṣī's smile uproot the faintness of my heart. In the lake of her face's beauty, rippling with the waves of her trembling brows, it passes itself off as a pure white lotus that never closes, with the darkness of her glance moving about it like a bee.
Word for word
In the face-beauty-lake-water, trembling-brow-creeper-wave-rippled, by darkness bearing glance-born bee-activity, sleepless-pure-white-lotus-pretence-skill bearing, of Kāmākṣī the smile-charm my mind's faintness may uproot.