। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, may the lion king that is your foot, standing without rest in its lair in the cave of the unmade word and proudly showing the mane that is the light of its nails, swiftly tear to pieces the fierce elephant king of my darkness.
Word for word
Unresting, standing within the hut of the cave of the unmade speech, proudly the nail-light-mane displaying, the fierce into fragments may it lead, my, O Kāmākṣī, quickly, the darkness-elephant-king, your foot-lion-lord.