In plain words
The poet, of the Lord: He kicked the cart [Śakaṭāsura] with his foot, pushed back the elephant [Kuvalayāpīḍa], crawled between the marutam trees that stood unparted, and as the Boar, never turning back, prised the wide earth loose [from the wall of the universe]; and he whose chest is beloved of the one matchless Lady [Śrī Mahālakṣmī] has an overflowing love for the body of the Lady Earth [Bhūdēvī].