In plain words
Yaśōdā calls: "Girls past counting come here complaining of you, one after another: 'He threw sand in our eyes!', 'He kicked us!' Kaṇṇā, you who stand at Veḷḷaṟai, you make mischief with everyone you meet; generous one, like the sea in hue, come and let me perform the rite of protection over you!"