In plain words
The poet, longing for Śrīraṅgam: Brahmā, great in every way, lifts up his praise with his four tongues, and with his four faces and his eight lovely eyes that look out on every side he worships with joined hands, praises, and stands lovingly bowing down before the Lord, desirable as red gold, whose lotus-flower navel shines forth as he lies on the serpent bed in Araṅgam, the ornament of the world. When will the day come, I wonder, when I draw near there with his servants and offer flowers beneath the two feet of that Lord?