In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O you whose crown bears the garland of cool tulasi thick with petals, swaying towards your devotees! You held the conch, bore the discus and rode the bird of lovely wings [Garuḍa] to their aid; alas, though I, a mere dog, never came near the good the people of those days received, tell me the means by which I may reach your home [Paramapadam] and cut off death and birth together.