In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: The stream of nectar that bubbled and surged through the stops of the flute at the lovely lips of Gōvinda, whose dark curling locks have grown long: Viṭṭucittaṉ, lord of Putuvai, sang it as flute and drum would sound it and set it out in Tamil. Those who master it will have speech cooler than the flute, and will be received into the company of the good.