In plain words
Yaśōdā says: "Holding a parasol, a matchless lone bachelor boy, he went to the one matchless [in giving] who stood at the northern altar [Mahābali] and, while the kṣatriyas looked on, took all the worlds as his own; he of auspicious form will come and hug me from behind; he who measured the earth will come and hug me from behind."