In plain words
The poet, to the Lord of Tirumāliruñcōlai: O you whose discus, broad hands and eyes, with your yellow silk, have the red of the evening sky, O my father of Tirumāliruñcōlai: I lay long sunk in the sea of ruin called that shore [saṃsāra] and was worn out there; by your great grace I have climbed onto this shore. Say Do not fear, and show me your hand [in the gesture of protection].