In plain words
The cowherd girls, at Nandagōpa's mansion, to its guardians: O guardian of the mansion of Nandagōpa, who stands as our lord! O guardian of the arched gateway where the banners show! Undo the bolt of the jewelled door. Only yesterday the wondrous one, the sapphire-hued, promised us little cowherd girls a drum that sounds. We have come pure, to sing him awake from his sleep. O master, do not turn us away with your very first words: open, you yourself, this door that loves him so. Take it up and heed it, girl of ours.