In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to Kāma: Kāmadēva, ancient one: I wrote your names on the wall, and I have shown you your fine banners bearing the shark-fish, your horses, your women with yak-tail whisks and your bow of sugarcane, and given them to you as your own; mark this. My full breasts, which from my tender girlhood have always longed for him and swelled, I have vowed to the Lord of Dvārakā alone, and I have bowed in worship to you. Ordain it quickly.