। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, lovely-eyed beloved of Paramaśiva, tossed about by the shifting waves of craving, wandering again and again, weary and at others' mercy, I long to cross this vast ocean of karma. O daughter of the mountain, when shall I reach the jewelled bridge of your feet?
Word for word
By being agitated by the movement of moving thirst-waves, again and again wandered, wearied, O Paramaśiva's lovely-eyed one, dependent, wishing to cross, O Kāmākṣī, the very abundant karma-ocean this, when I shall obtain your foot-jewel-bridge, O mountain-daughter?