। ॥
In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, daughter of the mountain, lovely-eyed beloved of Tripura's destroyer, may the bee of my mind delight to its fill in your pair of lotus feet, deep red, their nails like the full moon's face, reached after long by the devotion of the assembly of those whose wealth is calm.
Word for word
In the well-red, in the full-moon-representative-faced, O mountain-daughter, in the after-long-to-be-reached by devotion by the assembly of those whose wealth is śama, the mind-bee of mine in the foot-lotus pair, O Mother, your, to its fill, O Kāmākṣī, O lovely-eyed of the Tripura-destroyer, may it delight.