In plain words
The poet, waking the Lord: The gods have come with dūrvā grass breathing fragrance and with the great treasures to offer you; the good sages have come bearing all that is fit for my Lord to look upon in grace, the things for your worship, from the wish-granting cow and the bright mirror onward; Tumburu and Nārada have come in: are these they? The sun too has appeared, spreading his shining light, and the darkness is going, leaving the vault of the sky. Lord of Araṅgam, in grace, rise from your bed.