In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O wondrous one in your simplicity, who lie in the roaring sea! O victorious hero, who became the boar! O noble one, who made a dam with mountains across the leaping sea! I have set my heart, with a love that never parts, on the lotus of your shining feet, and think on them: say one word, of when you will end the sickness of this body.