In plain words
The poet, to the Lord of Vēṅkaṭam: O Lord of Vēṅkaṭam, where the sounding cascades scatter pearls, where the sound of praise resounds at the festival of Tiruvōṇam [his birth-star], and where devotees come in their longing: you have entered my heart, and still I long to go to Tiruvēṅkaṭam itself and see you there.