। ॥
In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, the god whose arrows are odd in number, turned fisherman, casts wide a net named your sidelong glance, and at once binds the fish of Maheśvara's mind, though it lay sunk deep in the ocean of his composure.
Word for word
Of Maheśvara at once the mind-fish, Mother, Kāmākṣī, in the composure-ocean deeply sunk, with the net binds, by your eye-corner name, spread out, the odd-weaponed fisherman this.