In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the cuckoo: Cuckoo, who live with your beloved in the grove where buds open and fresh fragrance wafts, listening to the striped bees hum their kāmaram tune: with Mātali [Indra's charioteer] driving his chariot to face Rāvaṇa's, my Lord loosed a rain of arrows upon Rāvaṇa the sorcerer, so that his chief head was cut off again and again and fell; and I cannot see that Lord coming from any side. Call my dark gem to come.