In plain words
The poet, of Tirumāliruñcōlai: The hill of him who, standing at the front of a matchless chariot as charioteer for his brothers-in-law [the Pāṇḍavas], so that the kings were churned with dread, made the water under the ground well up [for the tired horses], is lovely Tirumāliruñcōlai, praised by the Teṉṉaṉ [King Malayadhvaja], Neṭumāṟaṉ, lord of lovely Kūṭal [Madurai], the just king of the sharp spear practised in slaughter.