In plain words
The cowherd girls, to Kṛṣṇa, now that he has woken: As the majestic lion that lies sleeping through the rains, close beside its mate in its mountain cave, wakes, opens its eyes flashing fire, moves this way and that, shakes itself till its fragrant mane bristles, stretches itself out, roars, and comes forth: just so, O you whose colour is the kāyā flower, come forth graciously from your chamber to this place, sit on your majestic, beautifully crafted throne, look into what we have come for, and grant it. Take it up and heed it, girl of ours.