In plain words
The poet, to the Lord of Araṅgam: He who dwells in the realm of light [Paramapadam], which the gods above cannot know, came in fury upon the crocodile that lives by eating red flesh, for the sake of an elephant [Gajendra]. Is our protection then any burden of ours? Without serving my Lord, who does not weigh the lowness of us dogs, for what did I come into being?