। ॥
In plain words
I contemplate a primal kind of redness, whose flower arrows delight the bees, whose bow is the gathered essence of every sweetness, and who loves to play in Kāñcī.
Word for word
Bee-delighting-arrowed, with a bow that is the essence of the mass of sweetness, Kāñcī-play-cherished, the primal, a variety of redness, I contemplate.