In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: "I sent him behind the calves, my sapphire-coloured one, who is ever so dear to me!" So Yaśōdā lamented, and Paṭṭaṉ, lord of the people of Putuvai with its mansions gleaming with gold, sang her words. Those who can recite these sweet Tamil garlands will know no trouble.