। च ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, daughter of the best of mountains, though your foot ceaselessly carries a paste of lac, it clears away all the mire of those who love to bow; though it wears a pair of anklets, which are the ends of a balance, it is beyond all weighing. So it passes beyond the path of words.
Word for word
Unceasingly paste though bearing lac-made, removing, O Kāmākṣī, of those devoted to bowing the mud all, a pair of tulākoṭis bearing though, going to unweighability, of words the path the foot, O best-mountain-daughter, transgresses your.