। ॥ १८ ॥
In plain words
There, playing on Kāmeśa’s left lap, her hair dark as a swarm of bees — a wave of Sat-Cit-Ānanda, being, awareness, and bliss: Mahālakṣmī. Her we worship.
Close to the Sanskrit
There, on the left lap of Kāmeśa, her who is playing, her whose tresses are like black bees, the wave of Sat-Cit-Ānanda — being, consciousness, and bliss — Mahālakṣmī, we worship.