In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the clouds: Clouds with lightning appearing on your bodies: tell the one of Vēṅkaṭam, whose glorious chest on his own form is where the Lady [Śrī Mahālakṣmī] dwells, of the longing I have that he, desiring the young breasts on my chest, embrace them day after day with his beautiful chest.