In plain words
Yaśōdā calls: "When Śiva, with his dense matted locks, cried out in his grief, 'The seas, the mountains and the seven worlds that are seen are not enough to fill this skull [of Brahmā, in my hand]! Ah, you who give like the rain-cloud!' and begged of you, you filled his skull-bowl [with blood]: accō, accō! You with the mark [Śrīvatsa] on your chest, accō, accō!"