In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the cuckoo: Little cuckoo, pecking at the red shoots in the mango grove heavy with sweet fruit: the skilful one, whose broad hands bend and draw the bow Śārṅga, is as able in love. The secret pact we sealed between us when we were together, he and I alone know. If you can call Tirumāl [Lakṣmī's lord], far away there, to hurry here at once, then see what I will do to him.