In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her mothers: Lovely mothers: my sweet nectar of Araṅgam, beautiful in his locks, beautiful in his lips, beautiful in his eyes, beautiful with the lotus rising from his navel, my lord [Azhakiya Maṇavāḷar]: he has made my bangle, a kazhal-vaḷai only in name, a kazhal-vaḷai in truth, a bangle that slips off and is gone.