In plain words
The poet, of Tirumāliruñcōlai: The hill where he forever dwells who cut away the shoulders and the heads of the mighty rākṣasa [Rāvaṇa], who bore a sword [given by Rudra], and the cruel nose of his sister [Śūrpaṇakhā], is lovely, glorious Tirumāliruñcōlai, where the sound of the blessing Many Years! [Pallāṇḍu] spreads among all people, through all the hill, without end.