In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her friend: My friend, I dreamed that Nārāyaṇa, the perfect one, who owns us, our refuge in this life and in all the births to come, took my foot in his lovely red hand and set it on the grinding stone.
Āṇṭāḷ, to her friend: My friend, I dreamed that Nārāyaṇa, the perfect one, who owns us, our refuge in this life and in all the births to come, took my foot in his lovely red hand and set it on the grinding stone.