In plain words
The poet, to the people of the world: Stand firm on him alone, the Lord with the garland of fresh, fragrant, deep-green tulasi, whose body is like the brimming sea, whose chest wears necklaces in ordered rows; keep him in a meditating mind, master the five senses, see this world for what it is and turn away from it, and you can be rid of the long line of births.