। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, when the Lord whose crest jewel is the young moon bows gently at your lotus feet to end a quarrel grown out of love, and the red of your feet sets aside the rich lustre of your lip, which had conquered the bandhūka flower, the moonlight of your smile acts as his friend and makes peace.
Word for word
Of the bowing, to love-grown-quarrel-ending, at the lotus feet gently of the young-moon-crest-jewel, Kāmākṣī, by the redness your, the bandhūka-flower-beauty having conquered abundant such of the bimba lip the lustre setting aside, the smile-moonlight friend-becomes.