। च ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, how does your foot, talkative with the clear chime of its jewelled anklets, always make those who keep the vow of silence wet with bliss? And how does it, red by nature, fill out the clear whiteness of men's understanding?
Word for word
How, talkative though, with the clear jewel-anklet sounds, always bliss-moist makes the silence-keeping people? By nature your red-lustred also, O Kāmākṣī, the foot, the purity of intellect how indeed of men makes plump?