। ॥
In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, in the house of my mind, filled again and again with the darkness that delusion breeds, may the jewel lamp of your foot, whose rays make a thousand suns look poor and which knows how to outwit the spreading dark, be present for even half a moment.
Word for word
In the mind-house, full of delusion-born darkness, my, repeatedly, making poor the thousands of suns by rays, may it make, O Kāmākṣī, skilled at deceiving the spreading tamas, for half a moment presence, the foot-jewel-lamp, O Mother, your.