। ॥
In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, your wreath of sidelong looks, tender in lustre, always kisses the lovely body of Smara's adversary, which bristles with thrill like a lotus forest with its thorny stems, as a female bee, on its wings, kisses the lotus.
Word for word
Mother, of Smara's opponent the body lovely, like a lotus forest with thorns appearing, a bee like kisses always indeed, with partiality (with wings), Kāmākṣī, the tender-lustre your eye-corner-garland.