। ॥ १०० ॥
In plain words
Seated on the Lord’s left lap, ablaze with all your ornaments, the thin curve of the moon set in your hair — for the one who looks at you continually and is never sated, and for you, Goddess, may Vaṣaṭ be uttered.
Close to the Sanskrit
Seated on the Lord’s left lap, blazing with hosts of ornaments, wearing the moon’s crescent as your crest-jewel — for him who gazes at you continually and is never sated, and for you, Goddess, may Vaṣaṭ be uttered.