। ॥
In plain words
Salutation always to that supreme light, dark and bright as a cluster of tāpiñcha flowers, foe of the seal of poverty on embodied beings, thief of the darkness called saṃsāra, dwelling at the left side of the foe of the cities, come to the bank of the Kampā, gone into the hut of the poets' tongues, and nourishing the protection of the world.
Word for word
To the tāpiñcha-cluster-lustred, of the embodied to the hater of poverty's seal, to the stealer of the darkness named saṃsāra, of Pura's enemy to the one enjoying the left-lap region, to the one who reached the Kampā bank, of poets to the one who went to the tongue-hut, to the nourisher of the world's protection, salutation be always to that supreme light.