In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to those around her: My parrot in its cage calls out all day long, 'Gōvinda! Gōvinda!'; if I starve it of food and punish it, it cries out louder still, 'The one who measured the worlds!', and at those names I swoon. So that you need not earn the worst blame in the land, lose your good name and hang your heads, take me to Dvārakā, which shines ringed by mansions with lofty crests.