। ॥ ७८ ॥
In plain words
Your beautiful rays shine vermilion-red, plunging every world into the crimson splendor of lac. Mother of Heramba, Gaṇeśa — whoever clings to you with his whole heart, before that one the people bow of their own accord.
Close to the Sanskrit
You who, with beautiful masses of rays having the sheen of vermilion, plunge the worlds into the splendour of red lac — O Mother of Heramba, he who clings to you with his heart, to him the people bow down of their own accord.