In plain words
A woman tells it: Hear what befell those who heard our Supreme One play the flute today, he of the great, wide red eyes and rounded shoulders, Dēvakī's son, the lion among the gods: all the Gandharvas who roam the sky were caught fast in the net of that nectar-sweet music, and saying, Singing is no longer our task, they stood ashamed and bewildered, crushed and faint, with their hands folded.