उद्यद्भानुसहस्रकोटिसदृशां केयूरहारोज्ज्वलांबिम्बोष्ठीं स्मितदन्तपङ्क्तिरुचिरां पीताम्बरालङ्कृताम् ।विष्णुब्रह्मसुरेन्द्रसेवितपदां तत्त्वस्वरूपां शिवांमीनाक्षीं प्रणतोऽस्मि सततमहं कारुण्यवारान्निधिम् ॥
In plain words
I bow always to Mīnākṣī, ocean of compassion—radiant like countless rising suns, bright with armlets and garlands, lips red as bimba fruit, a gentle smile shining through her teeth, clothed in golden-yellow, worshipped by Viṣṇu, Brahmā and Indra, and herself the very form of Reality.
Close to the Sanskrit
I am always bowed before Mīnākṣī, an ocean of compassion, radiant like countless thousands of rising suns, shining with armlets and necklaces, bimba-lipped, beautiful with a smiling row of teeth, adorned in yellow garments, her feet worshipped by Viṣṇu, Brahmā and Indra, whose very nature is tattva, the auspicious Goddess.