। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, the beauty of your sidelong glance, with Modesty as her companion, slowly enters the lake of the moon-crested Lord's radiance for a playful bath, a lake whose moss is the dark gleam of his throat.
Word for word
Modesty-following-woman-made-companionship, mossed by throat-lustre of the moon-crested, Kāmākṣī, the radiance-lake your eye-corner-beauty slowly enters, for bathing-play.