। ॥ ५४ ॥
In plain words
Mother, your sugarcane bow shines like a crescent band of the young sun’s light and moonlight. I bow to your two arms, and I bow to that bow.
Close to the Sanskrit
To the sugarcane bow, resplendent with an orb of shimmering young sunlight and moonlight — salutation, Mother, to your two arms and to your bow.