In plain words
You alone searched every forest, succeeded, crossed the seas, saw Sītā and came back. You alone gave the sacred news that Sītā was alive. It was you who gave My ring to Sītā and brought Me Sītā's crest-jewel. O jewel among monkeys, who fulfilled the work of Raghupati! How can I thank you? I have nothing with Me. I give Myself to you; take Me, Hanumān, He said. For him to cross the ocean, the Name of Rāma alone was the support. You can see clearly how mighty the power of the Name is. This is the true meaning of Dāsya. Hanumān offered himself in such a way that, once offered, even if his life should go, his whole life was offered to Him alone. This is servanthood.
Next, Vātsalya. No one can understand the Māyā in this Vātsalya. Yaśodā, who saw the fourteen worlds in Kṛṣṇa's mouth, forgot through Māyā what she had seen, thinking, He is only my son; how could such great worlds be seen in my son's little mouth? Vātsalya is a bond of the body alone. Māyā went on giving her, so firmly, that very Vātsalya: I am the mother, He is the son. When Kṛṣṇa lifted Mount Govardhana and was protecting the cows and the cowherds: Alas! He has lifted so great a mountain! How can He set it down? However He tries to put it down, He may fall, standing as He is in the middle of this mountain. Lifting may be easy, but putting it down is very hard, she thought; and though everyone went away, Yaśodā stayed right there, waiting. Here too there was Māyā. Kṛṣṇa made a great sound arise. Unable to bear the sound, Yaśodā shut her eyes and ears. The moment she shut her eyes and ears, the mountain was on the ground. He was beside her. As He had lifted it, so He set it down. She did not go deep into such thinking at all. She had no thought, Can the Paramātma who lifted it not set it down? When does this weighing of the eternal and the passing go? Within Vātsalya this weighing of thought is rooted out. When Uddhava came and was giving news of Kṛṣṇa, Yaśodā went up to him: Uddhava! Is my Gopāla well? she asked. The One who took a human form for His play, the One who roams in Bṛndāvana, the One who moves in the hearts of sages: whatever way He has gone, I have no need of it. Wherever the One who roams in Bṛndāvana may be, I have no need of it. Is my Gopāla well or not?’ she asked. So Vātsalya brings one to a narrow place. She needed no descriptions of any kind. Gopālā! Gopālā! However many descriptions the devotees made, she had no need of them. What she wanted was Gopāla alone; by the name Gopālā, Gopālā, always, Yaśodā crossed over through Vātsalya.