। ॥ ७५ ॥
In plain words
The gods all around are crying “Victory! Victory!” with joy, palms joined in row after row, and your glance fulfils them. O Daughter of Dakṣa, take your seat on the golden lion-throne, inlaid with radiant clusters of gems and encircled by your companions.
Close to the Sanskrit
While the gods all around joyfully cry “Victory! Victory!”, fulfilling with your glance the rows of those standing with folded hands, take your seat, O Dākṣāyaṇī, upon the golden lion-throne inlaid with radiant clusters of gems and surrounded by your companions.