In plain words
A cowherd girl, to Kṛṣṇa, in a lovers' quarrel: In the house to the east of mine, a young girl with bright eyes like carp was churning curds alone. Seeing her, you said, "I will churn with you, quickly," cast your thieving glances and went in; and how you churned the cool curds, your flowered locks, where the bees settle, hanging loose and swaying, your bright face sweating and your red lips quivering, O Dāmōdara, I know the truth of it.