In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa: On the day Kaṃsa laid his snare for you, you escaped in the night of black darkness, only to come and grieve the hearts of us young girls standing here. Yaśōdā never scolds you so that you fear her; she has let you run wild. Shameless one, who drank the milk of the treacherous demoness [Pūtanā], give us our clothes.