In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O lotus-eyed one, who made your meal of heaven and earth, the seven mountains and the seven seas, and slept on a banyan leaf! O you of the fine garland of tulasi flowers, cool and fragrant and filled with honey! Are you not the victorious bowman [Rāma] who shot [clay pellets] at the hunchback so that her hump went back into her body?