In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: You who destroyed Laṅkā with your bow: look, what childishness is this? If our mothers see us they will not let us back into the house. You do not think this is wrong; you have climbed the flowering kuruntam and sit there. We will give you whatever you want. We will slip away before the many people of the town see us: be gracious and give us back our silks.