। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, in the ocean of your face's radiance, marked with coral from the light of your lips and lovely with the waves of your creeper brows, your sidelong glance looks like a dark rain cloud hanging low, heavy with water.
Word for word
In the lip-lustre-mass-coral-stamped your, brow-creeper-wave-lovely face-radiance-ocean, Kāmākṣī, water-load-filling-hanging dark-cloud-way attains the glance.