In plain words
In our country of Bhārata it is natural for all its people to keep the festival of Sankrānti. On this Sankrānti day we chew sugarcane, eat sesame, rice and such things, and enjoy, with the five sweets and pāyasa, the new grain that has come into our house. On one such Sankrānti festival, in the evening, while Rukmiṇī, Satyabhāmā, Jāmbavatī, the Gopīs and Draupadī were all together playing with Kṛṣṇa, Kṛṣṇa set about eating sugarcane. No act happens without some cause. Whatever God does, He does keeping certain reasons in view. There is no carelessness of any kind in God. He is very careful. Yet while He was eating the sugarcane, a piece of the cane cut His little finger and the blood began to flow. This was not carelessness on Kṛṣṇa's part. He did this act with some purpose in His mind. Kṛṣṇa's blood was dripping down drop by drop. Rukmiṇī sent a maid to her house to bring some cloth. Satyabhāmā was going about among her maids to have something else brought. The Gopīs looked at one another and stood stunned, not knowing what to do. It was the festival day of Sankrānti. Draupadī too was wearing new clothes. At once she tore her sari, took a small strip and wound it round Kṛṣṇa's little finger. Such a thought did not strike Rukmiṇī at all. Nor did such a thought strike the Gopīs. Draupadī held Kṛṣṇa as dear as her own life. So she tore her new cloth and wound it round Kṛṣṇa's finger. This sacrifice was what moved Kṛṣṇa's heart. He said just once, "Akṣaya!" to the strip of sari wound round His finger that day. It came to Draupadī as countless saris. That was what saved her in that great assembly. So the true ground for saving Draupadī from this shame was the sacrifice she had made for God before! Had she not made that sacrifice, Kṛṣṇa would not have saved her from such shame that day.