In plain words
Another woman complains: "My daughter, with her many bangles, had milked the cows, set the milk up on the stove and was keeping watch over it, and I went to the house to the west for fire and stood talking there a moment. Then the perfect one whose home is Śālagrāmam tipped the pot, drank it all and came away to stand here. Lady Yaśōdā, whose sweet speech is like cane ripe for the press, call your son to you!"