। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, your sidelong glance shines like a little child crawling in the courtyard of Śaṅkara's chest, which is muddied by the poison mingling down from his throat, and playfully tossing away the lovely lily from your ear.
Word for word
Mingling-poison-muddied-Śaṅkara-chest-border-courtyard, somewhat crawling doing, playfully-tossed-lovely-ear-lily, this, Kāmākṣī, a child like shines your glance.