संस्तीर्णं कौस्तुभांशुप्रसरकिसलयैर्मुग्धमुक्ताफलाढ्यंश्रीवत्सोल्लासि फुल्लप्रतिनववनमालाङ्कि राजद्भुजान्तम् ।वक्षः श्रीवृक्षकान्तं मधुकरनिकरश्यामलं शार्ङ्गपाणेःसंसाराध्वश्रमार्तैरुपवनमिव यत्सेवितं तत्प्रपद्ये ॥ २८ ॥
In plain words
I take refuge in the divine chest of Lord Vishnu—a cool resting grove for those exhausted by the weary path of worldly life, blooming with fresh forest garlands, bright with the tender red rays of the Kaustubha gem and pure pearls, marked by the shining Srivatsa, and humming with dark swarms of bees.
Close to the Sanskrit
I take refuge in that chest of the Sarnga-bow holder, which is spread over with tender shoot-like rays of the Kaustubha gem, abounding in charming pearls, marked with the shining Srivatsa, adorned with a blossomed fresh forest garland, bounded by shining arms, lovely like the Sri tree, darkened by swarms of bees, and resorted to like a pleasure grove by those afflicted by the fatigue of the path of worldly existence.