आमीलिताक्षमधिगम्य मुदा मुकुन्द –मानन्दकन्दमनिमेषमनङ्गतन्त्रम् ।आकेकरस्थितकनीनिकपक्ष्मनेत्रंभूत्यै भवेन्मम भुजङ्गशयाङ्गनायाः ॥ ४ ॥
In plain words
Her look finds Mukunda and gladly stays: his own eyes half-shut, the very root of bliss, unblinking, entirely given over to love. Her pupils drift to one side, her lashes settle low. May that glance of hers — the lady of the Lord who sleeps on the serpent — become my abundance.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having joyfully reached Mukunda — him whose eyes are half-closed, the root of bliss, unwinking, held under the sway of the bodiless god of love — may the eye of the lady of the serpent-couched Lord, its pupil and lashes come to rest in a slight sidelong squint, be for my prosperity.