In plain words
The poet, of the Lord's grace to him: In the time when I was a deceiver [who denied the Lord] and a thief [who claimed my soul as my own], keeping company with the worldly, and was sinking, caught in the net called the carp-like eyes of women, he called to me, ‘Come here’, entered my heart, and made my love for him swell into a flood: is not the town of that Beautiful One Araṅgam?