In plain words
The poet, of the Lord's dwelling: The ocean [of milk], Kuṭantai, Vēṅkaṭam, my mind made fit for him, boundless heaven [Śrīvaikuṇṭham], the Veda that tells him as he is, Pāṭakam and Ananta: these are the royal seats where Tirumāl, who wears a garland of lovely tulasi, has come to dwell.