In plain words
The poet, of Araṅgam: Master of the bird [Garuḍa] that wages his battles itself, master of the earth, master of the matchless sword called Nandaka that makes war, master of the Vedas, master of an army that never turns its back, master of the generous hand, master of the night, master of the day, master of me, ruler of the seven worlds as his great estate, master of Śrī [his consort]: Tiruvaraṅgam is where he closes his sacred eyes in sleep with a glad heart.