। ॥
In plain words
O Mother Kāmākṣī, bathe me for a moment in your look: shy, seen face to face by the good, a sun to the heaped darkness of karma, bringing the highest good, and stealing the dark gleam of bees.
Word for word
Mother, for a moment bathe me with your glance, shy, by the good directly perceived, Kāmākṣī, karma-darkness-heap-sun, welfare-making, bee-lustre-thieving.