चलत्कुन्तलान्तर्भ्रमद्भृङ्गबृन्दंघनस्निग्धधम्मिल्लभूषोज्ज्वलं ते ।स्फुरन्मौलिमाणिक्यबद्धेन्दुरेखा--विलासोल्लसद्दिव्यमूर्धानमीडे ॥ 9 ॥
In plain words
Bees circle in the sway of your loosened curls. Your braided hair, thick and glossy, is itself the ornament that makes you shine. High on your crown a ruby flashes, and against it the sliver of moon is set — the two throwing light back and forth. That head, that divine head, is what I praise.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having a swarm of bees hovering within the moving curls; radiant with the ornament of the thick, glossy braided hair-knot — yours; gleaming with the play of the crescent moon set against the flashing ruby of the crown: that divine head I praise.