In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O herdsman of the cows, who subdued the seven bulls and embraced the fragrant shoulders of the Lady [Piṉṉai] whose eyes are like victorious spears! You who long ago created the waters of the sea, lie upon them, churned them, and as Rāma dammed them: to me, who have come to you for refuge, you must say, "Do not fear."