In plain words
The poet, of what his eyes have seen: He ended the affliction of the one who wears a sliver of the white crescent [Śiva]; he is the Father who dwells in the city of Araṅgam, ringed by groves where lovely-winged bees live. See: the throat that swallowed the gods and all beings within the cosmos, the cosmic eggs and the shells beyond them, the one great earth, the seven great mountains and all else, has taken this servant to be saved.