। ॥ १२ ॥
In plain words
O daughter of the snowy mountain, can even master poets like Brahmā ever hope to measure your beauty? Gazing upon it with longing eagerness, celestial maidens attain in their hearts that very oneness with Śiva which is otherwise so hard to win through severe austerities.
Close to the Sanskrit
O daughter of the snowy mountain, are poet-lords led by Brahmā able in any way to compare thy beauty, seeing which out of eagerness celestial maidens attain in mind even the path of union with Girisha, otherwise hard to attain by austerities?