In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the clouds: Cool clouds roaming over Vēṅkaṭam, where dwells the one who churned the great sea full of conches: take this servant's petition to the perfect feet of red-eyed Māl, and tell him: if he comes for one day at least and stays with me, so that the saffron paste on my breasts is wiped away, my life will be sustained.