In plain words
Yaśōdā longs: "As an elephant in rut treads slowly along, its trailing chain clanking calār-pilār, the bells on their golden cords ringing and the ichor of its three musths streaming down, so, with his anklet-bells clamouring together and the bells at his waist sounding like a drum, won't Śārṅgapāṇi walk his toddling walk on his two sturdy feet?"