। ॥ ९३ ॥
In plain words
The crescent moon rests on his crown. His throat is tender, dark as a raincloud. He is vast light. My Master, Girijā's Lord — let my heart delight in him ceaselessly, with never a gap in it.
Close to the Sanskrit
In him on whose crown the crescent of the moon rests, whose throat is tender and cloud-dark, who is vast radiance, in the Master, in the Lord of Girijā — let my heart delight ceaselessly.