नानायोगिमुनीन्द्रहृन्निवसतिं नानार्थसिद्धिप्रदांनानापुष्पविराजिताङ्घ्रियुगलां नारायणेनार्चिताम् ।नादब्रह्ममयीं परात्परतरां नानार्थतत्त्वात्मिकांमीनाक्षीं प्रणतोऽस्मि सततमहं कारुण्यवारान्निधिम् ॥
In plain words
She lives in the hearts of countless yogis and the greatest of the silent sages. Whatever a person comes asking for, she gives. Her two feet are bright under heaped flowers of every kind, and Nārāyaṇa himself makes offerings there. She is nāda-brahman, the absolute sounding as sound. Call anything the highest — she is past it. The reality of every single thing is her own nature. To Mīnākṣī, an ocean of compassion, I am bowed, always.
Close to the Sanskrit
Her who dwells in the hearts of the many yogis and the chiefs of sages; her who bestows the attainment of many objects; her whose pair of feet shines with many flowers; her who is worshipped by Nārāyaṇa; her who consists of nāda-brahman; her who is higher than the highest; her whose very nature is the reality of all the many things — to Mīnākṣī, the ocean of compassion, I am constantly bowed.