In plain words
The poet, of the Lord who now guards him: My father, who took up the earth between his tusks, has ended my stay in the stocks of the womb, curbed the fierce bulls of the senses, ended my love for this body of sinews and bones, and loosed the noose [of Yama's men] from about my legs; teaching me [true knowledge] night and day and training me [to live by it], he has taken me to do him service: this town is not what it was before; it is under his guard.