। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, may the sprouts of your gentle smile cool our minds: they are the life-giving draught of Paśupati's bliss, the first autumn moonlight where the bowing devotee's gaze reaches, heaps of frost that lay waste the lotus pond called saṃsāra, and the seeds of Smara's fame.
Word for word
The mind may cool our, of Paśupati the bliss-elixirs, of the bowed at the eye-path-borders autumn-moonlight-beginnings, in the saṃsāra-named-lotus-pond-ruining frost-heaps, Kāmākṣī, Smara-fame-seed-masses, your gentle-smile-sprouts.