In plain words
The poet, to his heart: Knowing the hour of dawn, the monkeys go into the flowering pools, pluck the blossoms just opened there, offer them and worship. Come, O mind, you too: meditating on the names of the Lord of Vēṅkaṭam, offer flowers, so that they reach the lotus feet of the sapphire-hued Lord of Vēṅkaṭam.