In plain words
The cowherd girls, let into Nandagōpa's house, waking him, Yaśōdā, Kṛṣṇa and Baladēva: O Nandagōpāla, our lord, who give clothes, water and rice in charity, get up! O Yaśōdā, our great lady, finest of all the women slender as a creeper, lamp of our clan, awake! O king of the gods, who rose high, cleaving through the sky, and measured the worlds, sleep no more, get up! O Baladēva, fortunate one, whose feet wear anklets of red gold, do not sleep, you and your younger brother. Heed it, girl of ours.