चक्रस्थेऽचपले चराचरजगन्नाथे जगत्पूजितेआर्तालीवरदे नताभयकरे वक्षोजभारान्विते ।विद्ये वेदकलापमौलिविदिते विद्युल्लताविग्रहेमातः पूर्णसुधारसार्द्रहृदये मां पाहि मीनाम्बिके ॥ २ ॥
In plain words
You are seated in the cakra, and you never waver — mistress of everything that moves and everything that stands still, worshipped by the whole world. You give the afflicted what they come asking for, rank upon rank of them; your raised hand tells everyone who bows: do not be afraid. Your breasts are full and heavy. You are Knowledge itself, known at the crest of all the Vedas, and your body is a streak of lightning. Mother, your heart is soaked to the brim in nectar — protect me, Mīnāmbikā.
Close to the Sanskrit
O you who abide in the cakra, O unwavering one, O mistress of the moving and unmoving world, O one worshipped by the world; O giver of boons to the ranks of the afflicted, O you whose hand grants fearlessness to those who bow, O you endowed with the fullness of your breasts; O Knowledge, O you who are known in the crest of the whole collection of the Vedas, O you whose form is a streak of lightning; O Mother, O you whose heart is moist with the full essence of nectar — protect me, O Mīnāmbikā.