In plain words
You who are bliss and consciousness, Hari, beloved of the gopīs: let the thought 'I' not rise in me. And if it must rise, let it rise as 'all of this is I'. Giver of every boon, salutation to Nārāyaṇa.
Word for word
O You of bliss and pure consciousness! O Hari! O beloved of the gopīs! May the feeling 'I' not arise in me here; if it does arise, may it arise in the way 'all this is I'. O giver of boons! Salutation to Nārāyaṇa.