। ॥
In plain words
O Śivā, daughter of the mountain king, the blazing glow of twilight, driven off by the redness of your feet's rays and unable to overcome them, closes every day, I know, the beauty of the lotuses that share their colour.
Word for word
Driven away by the redness of your foot rays, O Śivā, blazing, the twilight lustre, O daughter of the immovable king, from inability this to defeat, of those of the same lustre as this, of the lotuses, I know, it closes the beauty every day.