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In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, dearest of him whose crest is the crescent, the radiance of your holy foot brings on the fulness of autumn: it scatters moonlight with the light of its nail tips, spreads delight in the minds of the haṃsas, and glows like fresh lotuses newly opened.
Word for word
Scattering the manner of moonlight with nail-tip lustre, spreading delight of haṃsa-minds, with the lustre of fresh opened lotuses, the radiance, the holy foot your, O Mother, O Kāmākṣī, extends the maturity of autumn, O beloved of the moon-digit-crested one.