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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, how could the conch stand level with your blossoming smile? The conch gives up its pearls, but your smile wins the love of those who are freed; the conch blows the wind away from afar, but your smile guards the gods; the conch rises from the water, but your smile keeps ever far from dullness.
Word for word
Of pearls (the liberated) the release making, their love producing; moreover from afar only of the wind-shaker (gods) their protection extending; of the arisen from the water (dullness) ceaselessly its distance having gone; Kāmākṣī, the smile-blossom your how of the conch equality attains?