In plain words
The poet, longing for Vēṅkaṭam: Wanting nothing but the way of service to him who conquered the seven bulls [for Nappiṉṉai], I do not want this birth in a body whose only wealth is growing flesh. May I be born, if only a crane, that lives in the Kōṉēri pool [the Svāmi Puṣkariṇī] on Vēṅkaṭam, the hill of the Lord who holds the curved, noble conch on his left.