शम्बरवैरिशरातिगमम्बुजदलविपुललोचनोदारम् ।कम्बुगलमनिलदिष्टं बिम्बज्वलितोष्ठमेकमवलम्बे ॥ ३ ॥
In plain words
I take refuge in peerless Hanumān—more captivating than even Kāma's arrows, with great lotus-petal eyes, a beautifully formed conch-like neck, born of the Wind's purpose, and lips glowing red like bimba fruit.
Close to the Sanskrit
I take refuge in that peerless one who surpasses the arrows of Śambara's enemy, whose magnificent broad eyes are like lotus petals, whose neck is like a conch, who is described as sent or appointed by Vāyu, and whose lips glow like the bimba fruit.