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In plain words
O daughter of the emperor of mountains, Queen of Śrī Kāñcī, may the spread of your gentle smile, tinged by the gathered glow of your red lip, quickly send good surging toward me. It often hangs on the chest of Māra's crusher like a delicate garland of red lilies threaded with blooming jasmine.
Word for word
Bimba-lip-lustre-mass-coloured-lustre your gentle-smile-spread, good, mountain-emperor's daughter, may make surge quickly for me; blooming-jasmine-bound-red-lily-made a garland like which delicate, Śrī-Kāñcī-queen, of the Māra-crusher in the chest-middle often hangs.