In plain words
Kaṇṇaṉ, says Yaśōdā, even when you sit quiet there are those who cannot bear to look at you; and still you bewitch other people's daughters, put your arms round them and revel with them, and do things not fit to be told. The people of the cowherd clan will not bear to hear of this scandal. I am undone; there is no living here for me. Son of good Nanda, I know you now for what you are [the Lord, not my child]. I am afraid to give you my milk.