In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the cuckoo: Cuckoo, my two eyes, like fighting carp, will not sleep for longing to see the golden feet of the Lord who dwells in Villiputtūr, where soft-stepping swans wander and play. Call the one who measured the worlds to come, and I will make my lovely parrot, which I raised on sweet rice and the nectar of milk, your friend.