In plain words
Yaśōdā says: Battle-ready bull, who long ago [in the Bhārata war] set Pāñcajanya to your lips so that your foes trembled; my lion among the little cowherds; bridegroom of Sītā; little child who are yet the red-eyed Lord of all: you left your little garment and your little knife here on the cot and went off, and now you have grazed the calves with the boys who herd them and come home all together with them!