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In plain words
O auspicious Kāmākṣī, the talk that calls your slow smile nectar is surely empty. If it were only that, how could it be that it cannot bear the slightest mention of the mandāra, that it churns up the Mandākinī, that it scorns the moon, and that it is jealous of the milk ocean the moment it is named?
Word for word
Nectar your slow smile thus vain indeed that ill-repute, Kāmākṣī, surely such if were this, how then, Śivā? of the mandāra a word-trace not bears, churns the Mandākinī, the moon scorns, named even the pot-ocean envies.