ज्वलत्कान्तिवह्निं जगन्मोहनाङ्गींभजे मानसाम्भोजसुभ्रान्तभृङ्गीम् ।निजस्तोत्रसंगीतनृत्यप्रभाङ्गींभजे शारदाम्बामजस्रं मदम्बाम् ॥ ७ ॥
In plain words
Her beauty is a fire on fire; the world looks at her form and forgets itself. I worship her — the bee that circles, drunk with delight, in the lotus of the mind. When the hymns to her are sung and the dancing begins, her limbs take on that light. I worship Śāradā, my mother, and I never stop.
Close to the Sanskrit
Her whose radiance is a blazing fire, whose form enchants the world — I worship her, the bee circling delightedly in the lotus of the mind. Her whose limbs shine with the singing and dancing of hymns to her — I worship Śāradāmbā, my mother, unceasingly.