In plain words
The poet, of the Lord: The wondrous Lord, whose navel bears a lotus, whose great body has the beauty of the dark kāyā flower: can he be thought of, even for the blink of an eye, by these, the one with the colour of a [kāñci] flower [Indra], the one of the great lotus [Brahmā], and the one with long matted hair [Śiva]?