। ॥
In plain words
O excess of dullness, how can you afflict my understanding? With its sloth falling away it has taken refuge in the wife of the moon-crested Lord, who dwells by the Kampā river, who has stilled stupor in the world, and whose hair is crowned with the moon, friend of the night lily's beauty.
Word for word
My but intellect to be oppressed, O dullness-excess, how by you? Her whose tresses are ornamented with the vessel of friendship of the night-lily's beauty, in the world the stupor-calmer, the Kampā-river-dweller, it resorts to, for, with sloth fallen, the dharma-wife of the moon-crested.