। ॥ ७७ ॥
In plain words
O Goddess, I wave before you two white whisks, bright as moonlight and rhythmically swayed by attendants, looking as though they were shaped from the surging waves of light that radiate from your pure form.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Goddess, I wave before you the two white whisks, brilliant like moon rays, shaken repeatedly by the female attendants holding them, who clearly bear the graceful play of arm movements through the masses of surging waves of radiance rising from your spotless form.