In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her friend: My friend, I dreamed that my brothers, with brows curved like lovely bows and faces bright, came and made the fire blaze, stood me before it, set my hand upon the hand of Acyuta, who once took a lion's face [as Narasiṃha], and scooped up the parched grain and poured it into the fire.