In plain words
The poet, of the Lord: If you consider it, there is no "this one" or "that one": who is there that does not bow and praise the feet of the Lord whose bed is the serpent? The sun with its rich spreading rays, the one seated on the bright flower [Brahmā], the one with an eye in his forehead [Śiva]: are they not of the kind who seek out where he dwells every day and worship him?