In plain words
Āṇṭāḷ, to her mothers: In this world, where no propriety is left, I have been trampled to pieces by the pitiless, selfish Tirumāl [consort of Śrī], famed as the son of Nandagōpa, and I cannot even stir from one side to the other. Bring at least the dust from where that shameless one set his feet, and smear it on this body of mine, which life will not leave.