In plain words
A mother says: Behind very many herds, beneath the grove of peacock-feather sunshades, his lovely body shining with light, his dark, fine, fragrant locks adorned with peacock-feather eyes, amid the band of many cowherd boys, his lovely red-lotus eyes sparkling, playing the flute, singing songs and dancing with the boys, the cowherd child comes exulting; and seeing his beauty, my daughter is losing herself.