। ॥ ७३ ॥
In plain words
It blazes like many suns rising together at the end of the world. Golden cords run from jewelled pillar to jewelled pillar, holding up a canopy that flashes overhead. Rows of lamps burn from bud-shaped wicks packed with camphor and agarwood. Laid out in the very form of the Śrīcakra, alive with gems—to that altar we bow.
Close to the Sanskrit
Her radiance equal to many fierce suns risen all at once at the end of the kalpa; supreme with a canopy blazing on golden cords bound to jewelled pillars; furnished with rows of lamps whose bud-shaped wicks are cored with camphor and agarwood; shaped in the form of the Śrīcakra, holding a mass of sparkling gems—we bow to the altar.