। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, enchanter of the worlds, a rare few behold with joy, in the midst of a mass of red light, your face, your breasts and the line of your girdle.
Word for word
In the middle of a heap of redness, O world-enchanting one, with joy they gaze at your face, your breast pair and the girdle's bounds, some few, O Kāmākṣī.