In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: Lord who destroyed Laṅkā, open your eyes wide, look all around this spring where many plunge and bathe, and see how our tears brim and will not stop, though we hold them back. You who have no pity at all, we have learned that you are king of the monkeys [so well you climb trees]. Give us our clothes from the kuruntam tree.