In plain words
The poet, singing Rāma of Kaṇṇapuram to sleep: O you who created all the worlds upon the lotus flower [of your navel, through Brahmā]! O you who bent your bow so that your arrow pierced the chest of Tāṭakā, firm in her great strength! My dark gem of Kaṇṇapuram, to whom all who see you give up their hearts! O you who have the people of all eight directions for your servants! Rāghava, tālēlō.