In plain words
The poet, of Āyppāṭi at the birth: Carrying their pots in slings of close-strung cord, their handsome sharp axes and their staves, men whose beds are mats of plucked screw-pine leaf, their teeth like jasmine buds just opening as they smiled, the herdsmen came crowding in [to Nandagōpa's house] and danced with their pots of ghee.