In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to Kāma: Manmatha, my full breasts swelled eagerly with the thought that they were meant for the Highest One, who bears the discus and the conch upon his body. If there is even talk of their being meant for men of this world, it will be as when the Veda-knowers set apart an offering at their sacrifice for the distinguished gods who live in heaven, and a jackal roaming the forest slips in, steps over it and sniffs at it. I will not live; mark this.