In plain words
Amutaṉār, to his mind: O mind, through all the time that passes as days and months and years, we wandered through womb after womb, thronging here in countless forms. Today, though we had no thought at all [of any means of escape], we have reached Rāmānuja, whose love is bound fast beneath the two feet of the Master of beautiful Attiyūr [at Kāñci], whose shoulders are a sight worth seeing.