In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O Lord, who broke the tusk of the strong elephant [Kuvalayāpīḍa] streaming with rut, and danced on the poisonous serpent [Kāḷiya] in a pool! O you of the colour of the rain-cloud, who danced the dance of the pots! O you whose chest wears the vanamālā twined with strands of cool tulasi! O Death to Kālanemi!