In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of this decad: Viṭṭucittaṉ, king of Putuvai, where mansions shining with gold stand out in splendour, fittingly made this plea concerning service at the feet of the Lord who stands in Tirumāliruñcōlai, whose springs all the world's people go to, plunge into and bathe in. Those who can sing its nine verses with the one become the own servants of him who measured the world.