रणद्धंसके मञ्जुलेऽत्यन्तशोणेमनोहारिलावण्यपीयूषपूर्णे ।मनःषट्पदो मे भवक्लेशतप्तःसदा मोदतां स्कन्द ते पादपद्मे ॥ ९ ॥
In plain words
Anklets ringing on it, lovely, deep crimson, brimming with the nectar of a beauty that takes the heart away — let the bee of my mind, scorched by the pain of this world, find its delight there always, Skanda, on the lotus of your foot.
Close to the Sanskrit
At your lotus foot, where the anklet rings, charming, exceedingly crimson, filled with the nectar of heart-stealing loveliness — may the six-footed bee that is my mind, scorched by the afflictions of worldly existence, always rejoice, O Skanda.