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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, I meditate on the sprouts of your gentle smile's rays, which grapple hand to hand with the darkness called the flood of karma and bring welfare to the three worlds. They adorn your face, which blooms like the moon, as if to silence the old talk that moonlight and the lotus are enemies.
Word for word
Karma-flood-named-darkness-hair-to-hair-fighting, Kāmākṣī, I meditate, of your gentle-smile-rays the three-world-welfare-making sprouts, which the face of the cool-lustred blooming, moonlight-lotus-enmity-proclamation-skill as if to set aside, adorn.