ब्रह्मेशाच्युतगीयमानचरिते प्रेतासनान्तस्थितेपाशोदङ्कुशचापबाणकलिते बालेन्दुचूडाञ्चिते ।बाले बालकुरङ्गलोलनयने बालार्ककोट्युज्ज्वलेमुद्राराधितदैवते मुनिसुते मां पाहि मीनाम्बिके ॥ ४ ॥
In plain words
Brahmā, Śiva and Viṣṇu sing what you have done. You are seated on the throne made of a corpse. Noose, raised goad, bow and arrow are in your hands, and the young moon rides your crown. You are a girl still, and your eyes shift like a fawn's, and you blaze like ten million suns at the instant of rising. The sealed gestures of worship reach you. A sage's daughter is who you are. Protect me, Mīnāmbikā, Mother with the fish-shaped eyes.
Close to the Sanskrit
O you whose deeds are sung by Brahmā, Śiva and Acyuta; O you seated upon the corpse-throne; O you furnished with noose, upraised goad, bow and arrow; O you whose crest is graced by the young moon; O young girl; O you whose eyes roll like a young fawn's; O you blazing like ten million newly risen suns; O divinity worshipped with mudrās; O daughter of the sage — protect me, O Mīnāmbikā.