In plain words
Yaśōdā calls: "Duryōdhana, full of great scheming, sat shining like the sun with kings in warrior anklets around him; when you came, he began to rise, then, hiding it in his wrath, sat down again and looked at you meaning harm, and you looked back at him with blazing anger: accō, accō! You with the discus in your lovely hand, accō, accō!"