इति श्रीभवानि स्वरूपं तवेदंप्रपञ्चात्परं चातिसूक्ष्मं प्रसन्नम् ।स्फुरत्वम्ब डिम्भस्य मे हृत्सरोजेसदा वाङ्मयं सर्वतेजोमयं च ॥ 10 ॥
In plain words
So this is your real form, Bhavānī — past the whole spread of the world, finer than anything the mind can hold, and utterly clear. Mother, let it flash awake in the lotus of my heart, the heart of your small child, and never stop: your form that is every word, your form that is all light.
Close to the Sanskrit
Thus, O revered Bhavānī, this essential form of yours — beyond the manifold world and exceedingly subtle, serene — let it shine, O Mother, in the heart-lotus of me, your child, always: made of speech and made of all radiance.