In plain words
Yaśōdā longs: "With the golden plait at his waist, the gleaming pipal-leaf ornament and the little golden garment, like a streak of lightning, a white moon and the halo round them, and with the torque at his neck, like a dark cloud shining with lightning, Hṛṣīkēśa, resplendent in his own beauty: won't he walk his toddling walk?"