In plain words
The poet, of Tirukkōṭṭiyūr: Tirukkōṭṭiyūr has rich fields and is ringed by splendid walls of fine red gold, and in its groves crowded with branches flocks of cuckoos sing Gōvinda's virtues; when I see those who repeat the names of its Lord, the one to be trusted, Narasiṃha, and praise him, I shall say, These, these are my Lord's own marks! and fulfil my longings.