In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Kōtai of wondrous gifts, daughter of Viṭṭucittaṉ [Periyāzhvār], the noble lord of the city of Villiputtūr, she whose brows defeat the bow, longed with desire for the great Lord who brought affliction on all Āyarpāṭi and is its lovely lamp, and spoke these words of deep longing. Those who can praise him with them will never sink in the sea of sorrow [saṃsāra].