॥ ८९ ॥
In plain words
O Caṇḍī, your toenails are moons: when they rise, the lotus-hands of the women of heaven fold shut. And your two feet stand there laughing at the wish-granting trees of paradise — those trees pass out fruit from the tips of their budding fingers, and only to whoever already lives in heaven. Your feet give Śrī herself, blessed and whole, and give her at once, and never stop, and give her to the poor.
Close to the Sanskrit
With their nails, which are moons that make the lotus-hands of the women of heaven close, your two feet, O Caṇḍī, as if laughing at the divine trees that give fruits to the heaven-dwellers with the tips of their sprout-hands, ceaselessly and at once give auspicious prosperity to the destitute.