In plain words
The poet, to the people of the world: The Wondrous One lies asleep on the serpent couch within Araṅgam of the flowing waters: his fine chest where Śrī [Mahālakṣmī] dwells, his emerald form and his shoulders, his pure lotus eyes, his red lips and coral mouth, his crown of long-held splendour, and the radiance of them all. Can his servants, who know what they are, ever leave them?