। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, may your sidelong glance, a rain cloud, make thick the rice shoots of our flowing auspicious speech, which have somehow sprouted from past impressions in the field of those who know taste, and which are fit to be enjoyed by the wise.
Word for word
From saṃskāras somewhat sprouted, in the connoisseur-field-border, by the wise enjoyable, auspicious-saying-stream-rice-sprouts our, Kāmākṣī, may make lush your eye-corner-cloud.