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In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, a wonder: the Lord who wears the young moon could treat the fire of the deadly poison as straw, and yet this sidelong glance of yours, utterly cool as it is, never stops bewildering his mind.
Word for word
In making the kākola-fire straw though able, Kāmākṣī, of the young-moon-crested, utterly cool though ceaselessly your, the mind bewilders, a wonder this glance.