In plain words
The poet, of Tirumāliruñcōlai: The hill of the Spotless One, who sat in state [at Dvārakā] with great and lovely queens beyond number shining out brightly in all eight directions, is lovely Tirumāliruñcōlai, where at nightfall the free-roaming she-elephants go rubbing against the tuskers and revel, heady with delight.