In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: Champion, who dammed the sea, destroyed the rākṣasa clans utterly and made Laṅkā a field of battle: we are children not yet grown, whose breasts have not yet risen, and day after day you make our little sand houses your pretext. There is something behind what you do, and we have not learned it well. Do not torment us.