In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to those around her: Once the word has gone round, 'With her father, her mothers and her kin standing there, she went her own way down the street', there is no warding off the shame; and the Wondrous One keeps coming before me and showing me his form, drawing me to him. In the dead of night, take me to the very doorstep of Nandagōpāla, who fathered a son who stirs up quarrels, brings girls to disgrace and plays his tricks.