In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the peacocks: Fine peacocks in your flocks: with a form like the lovely form of Kaṇṇapirāṉ you have practised a lovely, splendid dance, and you dance it; I fall at your feet. See the state in which the bridegroom [Azhakiya Maṇavāḷar], who has reclined through countless ages on the couch of the serpent with swaying hoods, has left me: I must fall at your feet.