। ॥
In plain words
O Goddess Kāmākṣī, the eyes of Śiva, crusher of Tripura, wander again and again through the heaped foam of your smile in the ocean of your face's radiance, and find their joy when they gently take hold of the causeway of your sidelong glance.
Word for word
Having wandered repeatedly in the clustered-smile-foam-mass, Kāmākṣī, in the face-lustre-gathering-ocean, rejoices the Tripura-crusher's eye-beauty, holding, Devī, your gently eye-corner-causeway.