। ॥ ९९ ॥
In plain words
Bright with gleaming gold, its scent breaking open until the whole air around it is perfumed, and the bees keeping their distance from it—this campaka flower, Devī, I offer you.
Close to the Sanskrit
Brilliant with the lustre of gleaming gold, its encircling air perfumed by the bursting forth of fragrance, shunned from a distance by the bees—the campaka I offer to you, O Devī.