In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the rain: Rain, O rain! As one coats a mould with clay outside and pours out the wax melted within, so the Lord of beauty who stands in good Vēṅkaṭam embraces me and melts my life within. Can you make me embrace him as he stands held within my heart, press me close to him, and then pour down your rain?