In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Paṭṭaṉ, lord of Putuvai with its lovely many-storeyed mansions, has set down the words the herdswoman [Yaśōdā] spoke to Nārāyaṇa, who comes and stands before those who long for him, saying, "Accō, come!"; those who sing them at all times will rule the wide heaven [Paramapadam].