। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, when the loosened hair of the bowing goddesses gathers like a bank of dark cloud, ringed by rows of cranes that are the light of your nails, the rays of your lotus feet, friends of the open bandhūka, flash in it like streaks of lightning.
Word for word
By crane rows made of nail light surrounded, in the dark cloud mass of the opened hair of bowed heavenly women, flashing, O Kāmākṣī, friends of the fully burst bandhūka, act as lightning streaks your lotus-foot rays.