In plain words
Yaśōdā coaxes: "Your red-lotus face is breaking into sweat like fine pearls scattered within a lovely lotus bloom, as you get into mischief all over this courtyard; there is no need to roll in the dust till your whole body is covered with it, my lord. King of the gods, who churned out the nectar there and gave it to the gods when they were in distress [under Durvāsa's curse], drink at the breast!"