। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, the spreading lustre of your glance shines like the Yamunā flowing into the Gaṅgā of your smile, like a garland of fresh blue lilies laid across the chest of the Lord who bears the Gaṅgā, like a ring of moss in the lake of your face's radiance.
Word for word
In the Gaṅgā-water made of smile, like the sun's daughter; on the Gaṅgā-bearer's chest like a new-lily-garland; in the face-lustre-lake like a moss-ring; Kāmākṣī, shines the glance-lustre-spread your.