In plain words
Yaśōdā calls: "Lord who, mingling your eyes with theirs till their eyes grow cool and gazing over all their beauty, dwell for ever, sweet, in the thoughts of the women with fragrant flowered tresses; our nectar: I will give you fruit to eat and put the stud in your ear without its hurting at all. Padmanābha, who kicked the cart [Śakaṭa] till its frame split apart, come here!"