In plain words
The moment they heard the sweet, enchanting music of the flute, they forgot themselves and wandered all over the woods, mad with Prema, beside themselves. Even at midnight, within themselves, just by experiencing that flute music in a fancy, when the feeling arose in them that Kṛṣṇa was playing, they would leave their homes and go into the gardens. At midnight, where would Kṛṣṇa be seen in Bṛndāvan? The very Kṛṣṇa who dwelt in their hearts appeared to them in reflection and let them hear such sweet music. Wondering whether Kṛṣṇa was in every tree, in every flower, in every plant, they kept searching in that anguish. But, in doubt whether those plants and flowers had ever seen Kṛṣṇa, they kept describing Kṛṣṇa to them, saying, "He is like this, He is like that."
The dark one, the lotus-eyed one, who on us sprinkles the nectar of grace, the one with the peacock feather on His crown, whose smile lights up His face: one such has stolen the treasure of the maidens' honour; O jasmines! Is He not hiding behind your bushes, dear ones? Do tell us!
In this way their anguish kept proclaiming His omnipresence to the world; to search in Ajñāna, thinking He is not in themselves but in some bush, was not the nature of the gopikās. The Bhakti and devotion of the gopikās were not known at all to anyone but Kṛṣṇa alone.
Once, with the Ahaṅkāra of "I am a scholar", Uddhava entered Vrepalle and went about announcing that he would teach the gopikās some yoga. The gopikās gathered. Whatever yoga he might teach, they came running in the hope that he would tell them some yoga for their separation, one by which, with nothing at all to stand in the way, they would be in union with Kṛṣṇa always. One gopikā among them questioned Uddhava. Sir! Great soul, who you are does not matter to us. But your teaching, whatever it is: will it bring us union, or will it bring us separation? Tell us that first of all, she said. "I have come to tell you the yoga that makes God known," he said. We have no need of your yoga. We have no need of this world, of this enjoyment. "We want union with Kṛṣṇa," they said. The music of Kṛṣṇa's flute fills our ears always. There is no room for any other sound to enter through the openings of our ears. That beautiful form of Kṛṣṇa fills our eyes to the brim. It goes on shining with splendour. It goes on glowing.