In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Kōtai of the lovely brow, daughter of the lord of the people of Putuvai [Periyāzhvār], who never fell short in his joy in the Lord, longing for the king of Vēṅkaṭam, who has the serpent [Ādiśēṣa] for his couch, spoke this petition, sending the clouds to him as messengers. Those who keep this Tamil in their hearts and recite it will become his servants forever.