। इतो ॥
In plain words
O Śrī Kāmākṣī, the rays of your smile, swaying slowly like autumn clouds driven by winds of love, sink again and again into the sea of beauty that is the throat of Madana's foe, and turning dark there, readily wake here and there the skill of dark rain clouds.
Word for word
Swaying autumn clouds like slowly by love-winds driven, sinking in Madana's foe's throat-beauty-sea repeatedly slowly, Śrī Kāmākṣī, your smile-ray-masses darkening-beauty, the dark-cloud-skill here and there awaken readily.