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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, the charm of your smile has fully taken on the manner of a woman parted from her lover: it keeps falling on the spread bed of young shoots that is your lip's glow, shows rows of flames from Smara's arrows toward Māra's foe, and scorns camphor, necklaces, bracelets, moonlight and lotus fibres.
Word for word
On the spread lip-lustre-shoot-heap falling repeatedly having gone, toward Māra's foe sprouting-Smara-arrow-flame-rows showing, scorning camphor-necklace-bracelet-moonlight-lotus-fibres, your, Kāmākṣī, the smile-charm the separated-woman's manner has fully entered.