। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, queen of the ender of Kāma, Mistress, banner of the snow mountain, in compassion bestow these glances of your eyes, dark as clouds, sweet, cool as the water of nectar and matchless, on me, mute, afraid of the calamity of becoming, my mind's grief hardening.
Word for word
Cloud-dark, O queen of Kāma's ender, O Kāmākṣī, sweet, of the eyes the falls these, nectar-water-cool, matchless, in becoming's calamity afraid, on me bestow, O Lady, whose mind's grief becomes firm, on the mute, O snow mountain's banner, with compassion.