In plain words
A girl tells her mothers: With the cowherd boys standing all round him holding peacock-feather sunshades over him, his curling locks adorned with the eyes of peacock feathers, I saw him at the cowherds' doorways, holding their hearts fast, singing and dancing. From now on I will not let you speak of giving me to anyone but our wondrous one of Māliruñcōlai. Decide that this girl belongs to that victorious one and give me to him; if you do not, there will be nothing but turmoil.