In plain words
The poet: On Vēṅkaṭam an elephant ever stretches its trunk toward the sky, thinking, "I shall set this great moon before Māl as a jewelled lamp"; hunters from all the lands around close in on it, and the hill-folk of the mountain take up their bows [against them]. If we, the whole land, would circle that Vēṅkaṭam and dance, how good it would be.