In plain words
Yaśōdā says: Madhusūdana, Kēśava, glorious one who dwell for ever at southern Araṅgam on the Kāviri, ringed by great, fine walls never breached and by flowering groves: sinner that I am, wanting the livelihood of our kind, I fed you at early dawn and sent you off to graze the young calves. There is not a woman harder of heart than I. My little one, give me a kiss.