। ॥ ४३ ॥
In plain words
Mother, this parasol — adorned with a golden staff, radiant as the full moon’s disc, with a golden Kalaśa resplendent with many jewels, gladdening the three worlds, encircled by a net of shining pearls, fashioned by Tvaṣṭā himself, and held lovingly in my own hand — I set over your head.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Mother, this — adorned with a golden staff, with the radiance of the full moon’s orb, having a golden Kalaśa resplendent with many jewels, gladdening the three worlds, encircled by a net of glittering pearls, held lovingly in my own hand, fashioned by Tvaṣṭā himself — this parasol I set in place for you, over your head.