In plain words
The poet, of Tirukkōṭṭiyūr: In Tirukkōṭṭiyūr live people without fault, growing in virtue, devoted to their teachers, generous of hand and without a trace of envy; and those who do not worship the one coloured like a flawless sapphire there, who held the seven worlds together and swallowed them, were born only to bring great pain on the wombs of the mothers who bore them.