In plain words
The poet says: Those whose minds have gone where craving led, crying My mother, my father, my sons, my land, my wife whose hair wafts fragrance, bewildered by them: if at the hour of dying they do not open their mouths for these, but cry Kēśava! Puruṣōttama! and You who became the boar and know no ruin!, to tell the greatness they attain is beyond our power.