। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, swayed by the tremor of shyness and love, your sidelong glance moves slowly like a swing, and the eager eye of the Lord whose crest is the half moon climbs onto it gently and finds bliss again and again.
Word for word
From shyness-love-tremor-subjection, Kāmākṣī, the slower your eye-corner-swing having mounted slowly, much-eagerness-filled, the eye reaches bliss repeatedly of the half-moon-crested.