। ॥ ६६ ॥
In plain words
In her eyes a current of love and mercy is always moving. She is a flood of swan-white moonlight, and the cakora birds thrill in it. Holding her, the God of gods is glad. May that Goddess, so easily called, hold out her shelter to us.
Close to the Sanskrit
Her whose stream of love and compassion sways in her eyes, her in whose swan-white flood of moonlight the cakora birds thrill with delight — whom the God of gods, embracing, rejoices in: may that Goddess, easily invoked, grant us shelter.