The princes reached the holy ground Where noble trees stood thick around, And joying in the lovely view Near to the aged votaress drew. To meet the sons of Raghu came, With hands upraised, the pious dame, And bending low with reverence meet Welcomed them both and pressed their feet.

In plain words: The princes reach Shabari's holy grove, full of beautiful trees. The old, devoted woman comes to meet them with joined hands, bows low, and touches their feet in welcome.