। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, I meditate on you, adorned with gold and gems, your dark radiance a rival to black iron, your lotus hands made lovely by the skull and the trident.
Word for word
Gold-and-gem-ornamented, whose lustre's digit is given to quarrel with black iron, O Kāmākṣī, I contemplate you, with lotus hands charming with skull and trident.