। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, on the slopes of your lofty breasts, adorned with spreading patterns of musk, the tender, flickering lights of your smile, again and again tinged by the deep red light of your lip as if by twilight, play like drifting wisps of spotless autumn cloud.
Word for word
On the lofty-breast-jar-mountain-slope, spreading-musk-leaf-pattern-adorned, flickering smile-lights, Kāmākṣī, your tender, twilight-ray-coloured as if repeatedly by the dense-lip-light, the drifting-pure-autumn-cloud-piece-activity spread.