In plain words
The poet, of the Lord: The eight, the eleven, the twice six and the two [the thirty-three gods: the eight Vasus, eleven Rudras, twelve Ādityas and two Aśvins], carrying flowers of many colours, draw near every day; praising him at all times without pause with a peerless garland of words [the Puruṣa Sūkta], they go to Tirumāl [consort of Śrī] and worship him with joined hands.