In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Kulacēkaraṉ, king of the Koṅkar [the people of the western, Cēra land], a madman singular and great, whose mind rests on the two feet of Araṅgaṉ, who holds the discus in his lovely hand, spoke these words. For those who can recite them, there is no hindrance of any kind here in this world [to enjoying the Lord].