In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: Mighty lion who lie in the deep waters [of the deluge], you who ended the distress of the rutting elephant [Gajēndra]: we have seen you and are seized with longing, so do not torment us with sidelong glances. With our bangled hands we sifted the fine sand of the river silt and wore ourselves out. You whose bed is the ocean of clear waves [the Sea of Milk], do not come and wreck our little sand houses.