In plain words
Yaśōdā begs: "With milk, ghee and curds, bright sandal paste and campaka, lotus and the best camphor all breathing their fragrance from you; with a few little teeth gleaming like tender silver shoots within your lovely, fragrant mouth, red as fine coral; with the nectar of your fruit-sweet mouth falling drop by drop into the middle of the five-weapon charm on your lovely dark-blue body: you who are the true meaning of the Vedas, dance the ceṅkīrai! You who own the seven worlds, dance, oh dance!"