In plain words
The poet, of the Lord of Araṅgam: Is it not the Radiant One himself, shining out within Tiruvaraṅgam, ringed by ever-churning waters that are never clear, who is my father and my mother? And what I need from him is only a small grace, is it not [a look of comfort]? Yet my Benefactor does not say ‘Our boy is worthy of grace’. Alas, how hard his heart has grown!