In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her mothers: Mothers, no one at all can understand this sickness of mine; do not trouble yourselves over remedies. Take me to the bank of the pool where he climbed the kadamba tree standing on its bank, leapt in a dance onto the head of Kāḷiya and danced, turning the pool into a field of battle. If the one called the dark ocean-coloured one strokes me with his hand, it will be cured: that is the remedy that works at once.