In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: Gōvinda, you who leapt across the whole earth and stretched up till you reached the sky [and the highest heaven beyond], measuring it all and taking it: coming into our courtyard, showing us your face and smiling softly, must you wreck our hearts along with our little houses? If you take hold of us and twine your body with ours, what will those standing near not say?