In plain words
Yaśōdā longs: "Like the cool little drops of honey that fall as a spreading lotus opens its mouth, the spittle wells and wells from his wide red mouth and falls, breaking off drop by drop, as he stands; and with the bells at his waist going kaṇakaṇa like the bell on the neck of a fierce bull, won't Śārṅgapāṇi walk his toddling walk on his two sturdy feet?"