In plain words
The poet, of his mind: The Lord wears a garland of tulasi, fresh as in its own field, that bursts into bloom as the beautiful-winged female bees, and the male bees never parted from them, go into the veins of its flowers and blow. At his lovely, beautiful feet, which with longing measured the heavens and the earth, my mind plunges deep and lies bewildered with love.