In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: The garden, the wife, the cattle and their shed, the pond, the field and the well, all these, with nothing lacking, I have set out together beneath your beautiful feet [taking your feet for them all]. To live with the people of the land is unbearable for me, though many long for it, O you who became the matchless boar and took up the earth on your tusk, O you who broke off the tusk so that the elephant [Kuvalayāpīḍa] fell.