कर्तुं । ॥
In plain words
O Blessed Kāmākṣī, your foot always carries the sweet-sounding haṃsaka, the anklet; why then does it try, in its playful walk, to put the haṃsa, the swan, to shame? It gives joy to Bhava, the Lord; why then does it work the ruin of bhava, becoming?
Word for word
Carrying though unceasingly the sweet-sounding haṃsaka, this, that very one to put below why strives in playful gait? Of Bhava indeed joy making though, O Kāmākṣī, the foot your harm to it, O Bhagavatī, why thus does it spread?