। ॥ ६५ ॥
In plain words
They have beaten the demons in battle and come back — Skanda, Indra, Viṣṇu — helmets off, still in their armour. Śiva's leftover offerings they will not touch; that share belongs to Caṇḍeśa. But the betel from your own mouth, Mother, flecked with camphor as white as the moon — that they take, and it melts away in them.
Close to the Sanskrit
Having conquered the demons in battle — by Viśākha, Indra and Upendra, their helmets taken off, still armoured, returned, turned away from the nirmālya of Tripura's destroyer, which is Caṇḍeśa's share — the mouthfuls of betel from your mouth, O Mother, bearing flakes of camphor white as the moon, are dissolved.