In plain words
A mother says: His friends ran behind him carrying his short sword, his pellet-bow, his flower-tipped stick and his upper garment; leaning one hand on a friend's shoulder and holding in the other the conch that calls the herds back, young Kaṇṇaṉ came home worn with the day. My girl was standing close by; she saw the turmeric on him, the hue of his body and his form, and she gazed at him; and from that alone this village is making a match of it.