In plain words
The poet, surrendering to the Lord of Viṟṟuvakkōṭu: O Lord of Viṟṟuvakkōṭu, who killed the mighty elephant with fierce eyes [Kuvalayāpīḍa]! Where could I go and be saved, other than by reaching your two feet? I am like the great bird on the heaving sea that flies everywhere, finds no shore, and returns to perch again on the mast of the ship it rested on.