। ॥
In plain words
O Śrī Kāmākṣī, your grace is a full moon of ripe kindness that is always risen and cuts away the burning waves of birth, sorrow and death for every creature. May your smile's sprouts, spreading like its rays, by their light forcibly destroy the long succession of my blinding darkness.
Word for word
Of creatures the birth-sorrow-death-wave-burning cutting, of the mature-grace-full-cool-rayed constant-rising having, Śrī Kāmākṣī, spreading like rays the smile-sprouts your forcibly by light may destroy of the blind-darkness-mass my continuity.