In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the jasmine: Jasmine, my lady, unfathomable as the sea: do not bring me grief with your smiles. I take refuge in you. If the word of the prince [son of Daśaratha] who cut off the nose of the rākṣasī [Śūrpaṇakhā] who crossed all bounds should prove false, then is not my own birth [as Periyāzhvār's daughter] false too?