In plain words
The poet, longing for Vēṅkaṭam: I do not care for Urvaśī and Mēnakā, with waists as slender as lightning, nor for the singing and dancing of women like them. May I become one of rare merit, who is made a golden peak beyond compare on Vēṅkaṭam, where swarms of bees sing their melodies, humming "tenna, tenna".