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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, daughter of the crest of mountain kings, when the dwellers of heaven bow before you in distress, your soft smile, cool as nectar, goes first, quickly pouring streams of compassion to calm their calamity, announcing the grace that is on its way, and scattering seeds of joy.
Word for word
Of the bowing, mountain-king-crest-daughter, of heaven-dwellers before, Kāmākṣī, quickly in calamity-calming compassion-streams scattering, the coming grace announcing, bliss-seeds your in the vanguard the soft smile indeed spreads, Mistress, nectar-cool.