In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O you who, like the king of the Pāṇṭiya line who planted his carp [banner] on the mountain [Mēru], have stamped your red feet, bright with beauty, on my head! O you who broke the tusk [of the elephant Kuvalayāpīḍa]! O you who crushed the wrestlers! So, saying your names over and over, my tongue is covered with their scars; and me you have made wholly your own.