In plain words
The poet says: Before your kin gather in crowds and sit, leaving your faults aside and recounting your good points, lament again and again, lay you on a bier, cover you with new cloth and lift you, like a pot of jaggery offered to a pack of jackals: if yours is a heart that has joined Gōvinda, who wears the Kaustubha, and immersed itself in him, you can pass by the appointed place [Yama's world] and be saved.