In plain words
A woman complains to Yaśōdā: "That child of a wealthy house holds back from nothing in the ways of mischief, and makes it his glory. He sucked up the butter I had set to melt, pot and all, broke the pot, and came away to stand here. Yaśōdā, is it right to do wrong to the people who live beside you? Call your son, say 'Come here': this Madhusūdana [slayer of Madhu] will not let us live!"