। ॥
In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, daughter of the mountain, your foot is a great sacrificer: on the altar of the minds of the wise, crying vaṣaṭ with the chime of its anklets, it pours the oblations of the waves of karma again and again into the fire of supreme knowledge, blazing high with clear light.
Word for word
Making vaṣaṭ with the anklet-born jinglings, the waves-of-karma oblations, in the high-blazing supreme-knowledge fire, great, O Kāmākṣī, of clear light, offers repeatedly, of the wise on the mind-altar, O Mother, your foot-sacrificer, O mountain-daughter.