In plain words
The poet, of the Lord's dwelling: For the Lord who has taken Vaikuṇṭha for his home and dwells there, Vēṅkaṭam, the Sea of Milk, lovely, sweet Kaṭikai with its wide groves where swarms of bees gather, and the Viṇṇakar that the ever-young Lord calls his own: these were his temples only in the days before [he made me his own; now my heart is his temple].