। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, for just a moment, at the very beginning of your playfully rippling glance, the mute becomes Brahmā, an ugly man becomes Kandarpa, and a pauper with nothing to cook becomes king of the gods.
Word for word
The mute Brahmā-becomes, supremely a man ugly Kandarpa-becomes, king-of-thirty-becomes the what-to-cook wretch, Kāmākṣī, only at the start-time indeed of your play-rippled-glance-lustre, for a moment.