। ॥ १५ ॥
In plain words
Mother, put on this divine garment, radiant as the newly risen sun, rivalling the pomegranate blossom, finest of all, fashioned by me with Bhakti. Accept this fine bodice too, strung with pearls and yellow in lustre, and the incomparable mantle whose colour matches molten gold.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having the radiance of the newly risen sun, rivalling the pomegranate flower, best of all — O Mother, put on this divine garment, fashioned by me with Bhakti. Having accepted this fine bodice, strung with pearls and yellow in lustre, accept also the incomparable mantle whose colour equals that of molten gold.