In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O you who dwell in Araṅgam [Śrīraṅgam], have mercy on me, who stand longing and bow to your feet alone, on which the cool tulasi that the bees settle on blossoms close! O sweetness like a lump of cane sugar! O Kaṇṇaṉ, who lie in the sea! O Rāma, the archer, who loosed fierce arrows that sank into bodies hard as iron!