। ॥ २० ॥
In plain words
Their eyes swim and roll with the heady wine. They cut down the raging demons, and they walk straight into the mind of anyone who loves you. Their bodies gleam with the dark flood of kohl laid on them. Skull in one hand, trident in the other — your messenger-women: these I praise.
Close to the Sanskrit
Those whose eyes are whirling from draughts of intoxicating wine, slayers of the raging demons, who have entered the minds of devotees, whose bodies shine with the streaming lustre of applied kohl, bearers of skull and trident — I praise your messenger-women.