। ॥
In plain words
O Mother, beloved of Śaṅkara, ornament of Kāñcīpura, my mind, scorched by the harsh blaze of the sun of bad karma and caked with mud, longs to bathe in the nectar of your soft smile, shake off its pain, and climb the stair to the rooftop of the mansion of rising bliss.
Word for word
Bad-karma-sun-natural-harsh-blaze-contact-scorched, mud-gathered, Śaṅkara's beloved, my mind, Kāñcī-city-ornament, Mother, in your soft-smile-nectar-juice having plunged, having shaken off pain, the bliss-rise-mansion-top-path to climb longs.