In plain words
A woman tells it: Ladies who live on the great island of the jambu tree, hear this one wonder: drawn along the sound of the flute at the lovely lips of Tirumāl, who holds the pure right-whorled conch, the cowherds' girls, their young breasts thrilling, body and heart unloosed, crossed the guards set everywhere, came in a line like garlands strung on a cord, and stood before him with heads bowed.