In plain words
Yaśōdā calls: "You scattered the little rice and the little houses of sand of the girls with soft breasts round as caskets, and then, when I scolded you, you went off and would not even eat your rice, you who were born to rule us. You who stand at Veḷḷaṟai of the sages, praised by the gods at all three times of day, now I will do nothing to you: my Lord, come and let me perform the rite of protection over you!"