। ॥ १७ ॥
In plain words
O Mother, whoever contemplates you in the company of Vaśinī and the other presiding deities of speech who shine like moonstone fragments—that person becomes a master poet, weaving verses sparkling with artistic grace and sweet as the fragrance rising from the lotus face of Sarasvatī.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Mother, who meditates on you together with Vaśinī and other mothers of speech who shine like broken moonstone slabs, he becomes a creator of great poems through words brilliant with turns and sweet with the fragrance of the lotus face of the Goddess of Speech.