In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her mothers: This change in my colour, this weariness of my heart, this loss of all shame, this paleness of my lips, this distaste for food, this shrinking of my mind within: they will ease only if the cool, lovely tulasi garland of the unique one, called 'he whose colour is the tidal sea', is brought and put on me. Since you cannot bring it here, take me to the banyan called Pāṇṭi, where Baladēva defeated the demon Pralamba so that his joints broke apart.