In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, of her offering: If the Lord who stands in Tirumāliruñcōlai, where the south wind wafts its fragrance, comes today and partakes of all this [the butter and the sweet rice], and comes into the heart of me, his servant, and abides there, I will give a hundred thousand pots for every one, and do him every service besides.