In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Her mother told how the girl fell in love with Nārāyaṇa, who swallowed the whole world and sleeps on a banyan leaf, and rejoiced in it; Viṭṭucittaṉ, lord of the people of Putuvai, ringed by groves full of beauty, sang it in this garland of ten. For those who master it, no sorrow will come.