In plain words
Yaśōdā says: "Crying, 'I don't want the breast or anything!', you ran off, snatched the stud from your ear and flung it away. You who lifted the mountain [Gōvardhana] and gladly warded off the hail of stones and kept the herds of cattle grazing; you who broke the matchless bow [of Rudra, for Sītā's hand]; Trivikrama, Lord of holy Āyarpāṭi: was it not my own fault that I did not stretch your ears while your head was still unsteady?"