In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her friend: On the lovely flowering slopes of Māliruñcōlai, where war elephants clash with one another, the jasmine creepers in bud remind me of his white smile, and the piṭā creepers heavy with buds stand in bloom and laugh, taunting me that I cannot escape; I cannot bear it. Friend, to whom shall I complain of the humiliation that his garland has done me?