In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: "I have brought campaka with jasmine, red water-lilies, iruvāṭci and every flower one can name: come now and let me crown you with these!": this garland of words the herdswoman [Yaśōdā] spoke in her joy to him who took the earth, these ten, Paṭṭarpirāṉ, lord of Villiputtūr, has sung to melody.