In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O our Lord! You, the chief of the unblinking ones [your eternal attendants], red-eyed, tall Māl, O you with Śrī upon your chest: taking Kuṭamūkku [Kumbakōṇam] for your temple, you came to lie on the bed of the thousand-mouthed serpent [Ādiśeṣa], whose hoods swell wide.