In plain words
The poet, longing for Vēṅkaṭam: To see the two anklet-clad feet of Māyōṉ, who sleeps in the cool Sea of Milk where the waves stroll the shore bringing bright coral, swarms of bees voicing their melodies sing on Vēṅkaṭam. May I become one who has the good fortune to stand there as a champak tree.