। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, the river of the sky, reddened by the mud of red mineral, and the line of autumn clouds, shining in the rays of the young sun, both long to rise to equality with your smile's lustre, which turns rosy from kissing the gathered glow of your bimba-red lip.
Word for word
Going to redness the sky-river with mineral-streak-muds, shining with young-sun-rays the cloud-line autumnal, with the bimba-lip-lustre-mass-kissing-art-reddening your, Kāmākṣī, with the smile-lustre equal-state to climb longs.