In plain words
The poet, singing Rāma of Kaṇṇapuram to sleep: O you who graciously gave the wide wealth of ruling the earth to Bharata, the perfect one, and went into the forest that none can enter, with your younger brother [Lakṣmaṇa], whose love was never sated! O you whose mountain-like chest is the home of valour! O king of Tirukkaṇṇapuram, whose tall crown is adorned with a garland! My Dāśarathi, tālēlō.