In plain words
A cowherd girl, to Kṛṣṇa, in a lovers' quarrel: O Vāsudēva, whose shoulders fought the wrestlers! As soon as I, of grievous sins, fell asleep in the middle watch of this night, you laid me on the soft bed, left me and went away; that night and the whole of the next day you spent embracing women, and now you come. Why have you come to my side? My Lord, please be gone.