In plain words
The poet, of Tirumāliruñcōlai: The hill of him who denied the king of the immortals the feast of offering the cattle-keeping cowherds had gathered to arrange, and had it offered to Gōvardhana instead, is lovely Tirumāliruñcōlai, where the honey flowing from the flower-clusters of the great-flowered kalpaka tree in the land of heaven runs as a river.