In plain words
Amutaṉār, to Rāmānuja: O Rāmānuja, whose gracious nature is full of joy, there is one thing I have to ask: even if I am born and die in body after body, with sickness that reaches the bone, and suffer sorrows past reckoning and perish, make me one who, always and everywhere, lives in love for those who serve you, and for them alone, and make me their servant there.