हरिस्त्वामाराध्य प्रणतजनसौभाग्यजननींपुरा नारी भूत्वा पुररिपुमपि क्षोभमनयत् ।स्मरोऽपि त्वां नत्वा रतिनयनलेह्येन वपुषामुनीनामप्यन्तः प्रभवति हि मोहाय महताम् ॥ ५ ॥
In plain words
By worshipping you, mother of the good fortune of all who bow, Hari once took a woman's form and stirred even Hara, destroyer of the cities. Smara, the god of love, bows to you and, with a body on which Rati's eyes feast, can bewilder even the greatest sages in their hearts.
Close to the Sanskrit
Hari, having worshipped you, mother of good fortune for those who bow, once became a woman and brought even the destroyer of Pura to agitation. Smara too, having bowed to you, with a body savoured by Rati's eyes, is indeed able to delude even the hearts of great sages.