। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, for even a poor man who has fallen for a moment into the path of your side glance, the gods become attendants, his body rivals the mind-born god, the bosoms of the women of heaven become his pleasure hills, his words turn fragrant, and his age is youth.
Word for word
The gods attendants, the body against Manasija becomes a rival, the breast-slope of heaven's women also a pleasure hill, words fragrant, age youth, of the poor man even, in the glance's path for a moment of the fallen, O Kāmākṣī, your.