कवीन्द्राणां चेतःकमलवनबालातपरुचिंभजन्ते ये सन्तः कतिचिदरुणामेव भवतीम् ।विरिञ्चिप्रेयस्यास्तरुणतरशृङ्गारलहरी-गभीराभिर्वाग्भिर्विदधति सतां रञ्जनममी ॥ १६ ॥
In plain words
A rare few adore you as the crimson dawn opening the lotus-hearts of great poets. Their words delight the noble because they are immersed in the ever-fresh surge of Śṛṅgāra—the erotic current of love that flows from Sarasvatī, Viriñci's beloved.
Close to the Sanskrit
Those few noble ones who worship you, the crimson one, as morning sunlight upon the lotus-forest of master poets' minds delight the virtuous with words deep in the ever-young waves of Śṛṅgāra, erotic love, belonging to Viriñci's beloved.