In plain words
Amutaṉār, to Rāmānuja: O Rāmānuja, my rich rain-cloud, even if you show me Kaṇṇaṉ and give him to me like a fruit in the hand, I want nothing but the beauty that shines in your form. Whether I lie in the mire of hell [saṃsāra] or reach the heaven of light, if you grant me this grace I shall live.