In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Kōtai, daughter of Paṭṭaṉ [Periyāzhvār], lord of the people of Putuvai, which is girt with mansions made of gold, sang in sweet melody this garland on the play of our Lord, the dark perfect one, with the young girls. Those who master its ten verses will go [by the path of light] and enter Vaikuṇṭha, and dwell there, serving him, with Mādhava [Lakṣmī's lord], who abides there forever.