। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, this foot of yours plays the exorcist: softly murmuring some great mantra with the sound of its jewelled anklets, scattering in every direction the clear ash that is the light of its nails, skilled by nature, it drives out the demoness of my-ness from those who bow.
Word for word
A great mantra, a certain one, with jewel-anklet sounds softly muttering, scattering in the directions pure nail-light-made ash dust, of the bowed, O Kāmākṣī, naturally skilled, having expelled the mamatā-demoness, the foot this reveals your mantra-man state.