उद्यत्तावकदेहकान्तिपटलीसिन्दूरपूरप्रभा-शोणीभूतमुदग्रलोहितमणिच्छेदानुकारिच्छवि ।दूरादादरनिर्मिताञ्जलिपुटैरालोक्यमानं सुर-व्यूहैः काञ्चनमातपत्रमतुलं वन्दामहे सुन्दरम् ॥ ७९ ॥
In plain words
The rising light of your body lies over it in one thick sheet, a flood of vermilion, and the gold has gone red — the very sheen of a cut ruby. From far off the ranks of the gods watch it, palms cupped in reverence. Golden, unequalled, beautiful: to that parasol we bow.
Close to the Sanskrit
Reddened by the shining of that flood of vermilion which is the mass of the rising radiance of your body, having a sheen that imitates a cut piece of the finest red gem, being gazed upon from afar by ranks of gods whose cupped palms are joined in reverence — the golden parasol, unequalled, beautiful, we salute.