In plain words
The poet, to the Lord of Araṅgam: O you who dwell in the great city of Araṅgam! I am not among those who do penance; I am not among those who have earned wealth [to feed your devotees]; like brackish water, I am of no use at all to my own kin; even to women with lovely red mouths I became a thief, till every tie with them was cut. You have given me a birth to no purpose.