In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: All this day we sat building this little house till our backs ached. Look at it well, let your eyes rest on it, and ease the longing we hold. First Cause of us all, who once became an infant and slept on a banyan leaf [in the great flood]: that pity for us never rises in you is the fruit of our own sins alone.