। ॥
In plain words
May that wave of rosiness from Kāmākṣī's lotus feet increase my good: it makes the young shoot tremble, abashed, in the hollows of the forest; it calls the early sunlight, flashing in its play, more childish still; it makes the glow of twilight barren.
Word for word
The sprout, abashed, in the forest hollow makes tremble, which; flashing-play the early sun more of a child calls, which; the glow of twilight barren makes, which; may it increase, that, good my, Kāmākṣī's foot-lotus rosiness wave.