In plain words
The poet, of the hill Gōvardhana: The hill Madhusūdana lifted and held upturned, when the clouds sent in anger by the king of the gods, who had not a single fault in the deeds that won him his office, came under his command and poured for seven days to hem the cattle in: that hill, where a cow-elephant that has just calved, unable to bear harm to her young, puts the calf between her legs and turns to fight when a young lion follows and rushes in, is Gōvardhana, the victorious umbrella.