In plain words
Yaśōdā begs: "You who abide for ever at Kuṟuṅkuṭi, you of Veḷḷaṟai, King of the walled hill of groves [Tirumāliruñcōlai], nectar of Kaṇṇapuram, you who take away my sorrow: so that the young girls who carry even you on their hips to their homes, do with you whatever they wish and bring you back may rejoice, so that the eyes of those who watch may grow cool, so that those who have learnt may weave their verses, show your grace to me who bore you and dance the ceṅkīrai! You who own the seven worlds, dance, oh dance!"