In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the conch: Right-whorled conch: like the disc of the moon you sit in the hand of Dāmōdara, never parted from him, and you seem to be whispering secret counsel in his ear. Even Indra cannot match you in good fortune.
Āṇṭāḷ, to the conch: Right-whorled conch: like the disc of the moon you sit in the hand of Dāmōdara, never parted from him, and you seem to be whispering secret counsel in his ear. Even Indra cannot match you in good fortune.