In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to the women around her: The Lord who dwells in Araṅgam, with its mansions adorned with upper storeys and its walls, who came as Vāmana, the god of fresh green beauty: if the alms he once received from Mahābali with poured water fell short, and he has a desire for the bangles on my hands, will he not come down this very street?