In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Flawless Viṭṭucittaṉ, benefactor of the Vaiṣṇavas, lord of cool Putuvai, sang these words on the servants of the First One of Tirukkōṭṭiyūr, ringed on every side by cool water and rich fields, and on those who roam about without serving him [praising the one and reproaching the other]. Those who recite them without fault will be servants of Hṛṣīkēśa.