In plain words
The poet, of the Lord: Other than babbling so that only his names come out, who can know my Lord? Let that rest: Brahmā, though he sits right beside him within the fragrant lotus [of his navel], cannot see the lotus feet of Kaṇṇaṉ.
The poet, of the Lord: Other than babbling so that only his names come out, who can know my Lord? Let that rest: Brahmā, though he sits right beside him within the fragrant lotus [of his navel], cannot see the lotus feet of Kaṇṇaṉ.