वीणानादनिमीलितार्धनयने विस्रस्तचूलीभरेताम्बूलारुणपल्लवाधरयुते ताटङ्कहारान्विते ।श्यामे चन्द्रकलावतंसकलिते कस्तूरिकाफालिकेपूर्णे पूर्णकलाभिरामवदने मां पाहि मीनाम्बिके ॥ ७ ॥
In plain words
Your eyes half-shut in the sound of the vīṇā, your piled hair slipping loose, your lips red as new leaves from the betel, earrings and necklaces on you — dark one, the crescent moon set in your hair, musk on your forehead, full one, your face as lovely as the full moon: protect me, Mother Mīnākṣī.
Close to the Sanskrit
O you whose eyes are half-closed by the sound of the vīṇā, whose heavy topknot has slipped loose; O you endowed with lips red as tender shoots from betel, adorned with earrings and necklaces; O dark one, bearing the moon's crescent as a head-ornament, musk on your forehead; O full one, whose face is lovely as the full moon — protect me, O Mīnāmbikā.