। ॥
In plain words
O Kāmākṣī, when the foe of the five-arrowed god looks at you, the wind of his unbounded eagerness stirs the milk ocean of your bliss, and from it rises a wave ever new, whose very nature is the sprouting of saṃvit, pure awareness. That wave the masters of poetry always call your smile.
Word for word
At the look your of the five-arrowed's foe, from the unrestrained-eagerness-swaying-wind-blow-stirred bliss-milk-ocean a certain wave rises, ever new, awareness-sprout-natured; that, Kāmākṣī, the poet-lords smile thus name always.