। ॥
In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, victorious is your foot as Indra: always served by all the gods, praised with the sweet notes of the lovely lutes of Gandharva women, splitting the range of the mountains of becoming, the foe of Vala, the swollen darkness.
Word for word
By all served always also, O Kāmākṣī, by the gods, praised by the sweet sounds of the very lovely vīṇās of Gandharva women, your, splitting the mountain range of becoming, the enemy of Vala, the swollen tamas, O Mother, the foot-Puruhūta conquers.