In plain words
The cowherd girls, at the door of the last friend, with her answers from within: "Oh, young parrot, are you still asleep?" "Don't call me so sharply, as if we were quarrelling, ladies; I am coming." "You are clever with words; we have long known your sharp sayings and your mouth." "It is you who are the clever ones. Very well, let the fault be mine." "Come out quickly. What other plan have you of your own?" "Has everyone come?" "They have come; come out and count them yourself. Come and sing of the wondrous one, who slew the mighty elephant [Kuvalayāpīḍa], who has the power to strip his enemies of their strength." Take it up and heed it, girl of ours.