ललामाङ्कफालां लसद्गानलोलांस्वभक्तैकपालां यशःश्रीकपोलाम् ।करे त्वक्षमालां कनत्प्रत्नलोलांभजे शारदाम्बामजस्रं मदम्बाम् ॥ ३ ॥
In plain words
The tilaka bright on her forehead, her whole being leaning toward radiant song; the one protection her devotees have, glory and beauty resting in her cheeks; in her hand the rosary of beads, ancient, glittering, turning as it swings — I worship Śāradā, Mother, without pause. My mother.
Close to the Sanskrit
Her whose forehead is marked with the ornamental tilaka, her who delights in radiant song, the sole protector of her own devotees, her whose cheeks hold glory and splendour; and in her hand the rosary of beads, glittering, ancient, swaying — I worship Mother Śāradā unceasingly, my own mother.