। ॥ ५७ ॥
In plain words
The fresh lac on your soles beats the whole flood of dawn light outright. Anklets strung with rows of emeralds ring sweetly there. May the haṃsaka — that little swan of an anklet, shot through with streams of light climbing out of its rubies — find its delight in the lotus of your foot.
Close to the Sanskrit
In [your foot-lotus] where the flood of early morning sunlight is utterly defeated by the fresh paste of lac, where the sweet jingling of anklets set with rows of emerald gems [is heard] — in that lotus of your foot may the haṃsaka anklet, dazzling with streams of radiance rising up from its ruby gems, come to delight.