In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her mothers and friends: Women in fine jewels: the conch bangles I love to wear on my own hand, do they not match the conch he loves in his own hand? Yet the Lord of Tiruvaraṅgam, who reclines on the serpent couch with its cruel faces, does not look at my face. Alas! Alas, my misfortune!