In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to those around her: You, who are otherwise than I am, cannot understand this love for Mādhava, and all you say to me, who have come to it, is talk between the dumb and the deaf. Take me and set me down near Mathurā, city of the perfect one [Kaṇṇapirāṉ], who left the woman who bore him [Dēvakī] and went to grow up in another mother's house [Yaśōdā's], and who reached the wrestling ground ahead of the wrestlers.