। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, some good people, at the touch of your sidelong glance, become like Śiva himself: their throats grow dark, the moon on their crest feeds families of cakora birds, and their eyes, sun and moon, give birth to day and night.
Word for word
Kāmākṣī, some good folk at your eye-corner-contact, by the throat sprouted-darkness-tradition, crest-ornament-made-cakora-family-nourishing, night-and-day-birthplace-eyed become.