In plain words
The cowherd girls, of the good their vow will bring to the land: If we sing the names of the Most Excellent One, who rose high [as Trivikrama] and measured the worlds, and bathe, declaring it for our vow, then all over the land, with no harm, rain will fall three times every month. Carp will leap among the tall, thick red paddy, and spotted bees will sleep in the buds of the lovely blue lily. When the milkers go in and sit down unwavering, grasp the full udders and draw, the great, generous cows will fill the pails, and wealth that never leaves will fill the land. Take it up and heed it, girl of ours.