। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, may the peacock of your sidelong glance, glossy with mingled dark colours, dancing at the coming of the cloud of love's fever and enchantment toward Manmatha's enemy, swallow the brood of serpents that are my evil deeds.
Word for word
Kāmākṣī, Manmatha's foe toward, at the love-heat-delusion-darkness-cloud-coming dancing, the evil-deed-serpent-brood may swallow, the mingled-dark-lustred your eye-corner-peacock.