In plain words
Yaśōdā says: Kēśava, I hear things about you I never heard before: so you mixed together the rice, the curries and the curds the cowherds had offered to Indra, and ate them all at once! I have not the means to feed you; keeping you even for a single meal is beyond me. Vāsudēva [son of Vasudēva], of unfading fame, from today I am afraid of you.