। ॥
In plain words
May she make the tree of my wishes blossom: this one who adorns the Tuṇḍīra country, with the beauty of nectar's foam in the light of her smile, whose glow laughs at the blue lotus, bowed by her breasts, the full mastery of the fruit of the merit of the Lord's eyes.
Word for word
Nectar-foam-beauty in smile lustres, the Tuṇḍīra region adorning this one, with lustre that mocked the blue lotus, by the breasts bowed, may she make blossom my wish tree, of the eyes Īśāna's, the weightiness of the learning of the fruit of merit.