In plain words
Yaśōdā begs: "You with the colour of the kāyā flower and a form like a dark rain-cloud; my handsome little one, who danced a lovely dance on the head of Kāliya in the great pool of the forest; you who tore off the tusks of the lofty rutting elephant [Kuvalayāpīḍa]; you whose two feet strode about after you destroyed, coming to no harm, the wrestlers who knew their craft and came against you to fight: my herdsman, dance the ceṅkīrai for me once! Fighting bull of the herdsmen, dance, oh dance!"