In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: "O Lord of Viṟṟuvakkōṭu, even if you do not want me, I will take no one else as my refuge": so said Kulacēkaraṉ, of the victorious spear and army, longing for his feet, in fine Tamil. Those who can recite all ten will not come to hell [the round of births in this world].