। ॥ ४७ ॥
In plain words
O Mother, you have a name — Lalitā — and it robs a whole flood of nectar of its sweetness. Because of that name, my tongue is the most honeyed of all.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Mother, there is that name of yours, 'Lalitā', a thief of the sweetness of a flood of nectar; by that, my tongue is the most honeyed.