In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Kōtai, daughter of Viṭṭucittaṉ, lord of the people of Putuvai, where mansions like mountains rise in splendour, bowed at the two anklet-bound feet of Kāma, whose bow is sugarcane and whose arrows are flowers, and begged: ‘Give me over to the sapphire-coloured one, who broke the tusk of the elephant [Kuvalayāpīḍa] there [at Kaṃsa’s gate] so that it screamed, and split open the beak of the bird [the demon Baka].’ Those who master this sweet Tamil garland, born of her longing, will reach the feet of the king of the heavenly ones [the eternal attendants, nityasūris].