In plain words
The girls warn one another: Wearing a garment delicate as the petal of the heavenly creeper, spread without a flaw on his lovely waist, a broad sash girded up and his dagger worn close as a lizard's grip, with lovely, fragrant jasmine and vēṅkai flowers, the child will come at the hour of evening amid many peacock-feather sunshades and the band of many cowherd boys. Do not stand there facing him and lose your rows of bangles!