। ॥
In plain words
Let me make a feast for my eyes of the unequalled one growing in Kāñcī, a particular ripening of bliss, leafing out in the pride of her deepening red.
Word for word
In Kāñcī increasing, the matchless, let me make the fast-breaking of the eyes, a kind of ripening of bliss, sprouted with the pride of redness's transformation.