In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O Lord of the eternal attendants [nityasūris], who entered and dwell in the hearts of those who sit rightly and seek you by the way of yoga, and ended their evil deeds! That you stand and sit in Pāṭakam, with its mansions tall as hills, and in Ūrakam, and lie at Veḵkā [all in Kāñci]: what simplicity is this!