In plain words
The poet, to the Lord of Araṅgam: O Lord of the eternal attendants [nityasūris], who stand as the meaning of the Veda of upright words, my Lord, my own sweet nectar that never lessens, O you who own the seven worlds, my father [and benefactor]: when the men of Yama, disguised in form, seize me by force and torment me, you must protect me, saying Do not fear, O you who sleep on the serpent couch in Araṅgam.