। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, I worship your blossoming smile. Your son, the chief of elephants in disguise, lying fearless in your lap and longing to drink at your breast, looks up, takes the spreading sprouts of its light for lotus fibres, and quickly tugs at them with his eager trunk.
Word for word
Kāmākṣī, the smile-blossom your I worship, whose of the rays the sprouts, from full-breast-drinking-longing, fearlessly lap-lying, upward looking pulls the spreading with unrestrained trunk, son your from lotus-fibre-suspicion quickly, the disguised-elephant-chief.