In plain words
The poet, of Tirukkōṭṭiyūr: In Tirukkōṭṭiyūr live people of generous hand who, even when a fistful of paddy sells at the price of a coin, hide nothing, expect no return, give food to their guests, and earn good report across the land; the servants of those there who cry, Kēśava! Puruṣōttama! Blazing light! Dwarf! have the right even to sell us.