In plain words
The poet, to the Lord of Araṅgam: When at the end of my days I come near the gate [of Yama's city], and the men of Yama strike me and seize me, I have no way to say Stand off, O you who bear the discus and the conch. Now, while I can speak, I have spoken all your names: keep me in your heart and guard me always, so that I undergo no suffering, O you who sleep on the serpent couch in Araṅgam.