In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: Mādhava full of tricks, Kēśava: with fine white sand we sifted and built our little houses in the street, so finely patterned that all who pass marvel. Even if you wipe out the design we made, our hearts only break and melt; we have not a trace of anger against you, mark this. Are those not eyes, there in your face?