In plain words
The poet, of the fruit of these verses: These are the words Viṭṭucittaṉ of Villiputtūr loved, saying "many years" to the pure one, who dwells in the highest abode, master of the bow called Śārṅga. Those who recite them again and again, glad that a good time has come, will gather round the Supreme Self, saying "Namō Nārāyaṇāya", and praise him with "many years" through all the years to come.