In plain words
The poet, of Tirumāliruñcōlai: The hill of the skilful one, whose shoulders bear the sandal paste [the hunchback Kūni put on them], who smashed till they died the wrestlers [Cāṇūra and Muṣṭika] who came boldly against him to do what Kaṃsa told them to do, is lovely Tirumāliruñcōlai, where the immortals and the good sages stay to worship, thinking it their treasure in times of danger.