In plain words
A mother says: With a glory-lily over his right ear, a garland of lovely jasmine and a garland of wild jasmine, his hair let down his back in fine style, setting the sweet flute to his lips and playing and playing, the cowherd child comes in all his finery. My daughter saw his beauty and longed for him; instead of stepping aside, she stood facing him, and see: her white bangles slip off and her body is wasting.