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In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, the spread of your gentle smile's rays becomes a cluster of mandāra blossoms, cool with the honey that flows from the lovely words it holds within; and to make it open more and more, the lovely play of glances from Kāma's foe becomes a month of spring.
Word for word
Middle-held-lovely-word-wave-honey-stream-cool, mandāra-cluster-becomes, Mother, your gentle-smile-ray-spread; whose to increase repeatedly blossoming, Kāmākṣī, of Kāma's foe the lovely glance-play-contact spring-month-becomes.