In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the bees, the pools and the lotuses: Swarms of bees settled on the flowers, like the lovely form of the red-eyed dark cloud [the Lord] who stands in Tirumāliruñcōlai, ringed by groves of tall blossoms; lovely pools set close together; red lotuses that dwell in those pools: tell me of some refuge for me.