In plain words
The poet, of the Lord: Today [the day the two other first Āzhvārs made me see him], in my Lord whose colour is the ocean, I saw Śrī. I saw his golden form. I saw the beautiful radiance of that form, shining like the sun. I saw in his hand the beautiful discus that bursts forth in battle, and I saw the right-whorled conch [in the other].