। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, daughter of the king of the snow mountain, this foot of yours, full of clusters of blossom that are the beauty of its nails, showing with its own tawny rays the glow of shining young leaves, approached by the good and giving every fruit, is, I think, the tree of the gods.
Word for word
Filled with clusters prepared by nail beauty, and by its own rays tawny, O Kāmākṣī, displaying the lustre of shining sprouts, approachable by the good, I suspect, giver of all fruits, the wish tree your foot this, O daughter of the snow-mountain king.