In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Longing to see the red feet, like gold, of the Lord of northern Vēṅkaṭam, whose slopes are ever cool and fresh, Kulacēkaraṉ, whose sharp spear is skilled in killing, bowed down and spoke this well-made Tamil, true to the rules of verse. Those who can recite it will be devotees dear to him.