In plain words
The poet, of the hill Gōvardhana: The great hill that Dāmōdara bore up himself here on earth, he whose mouth drank at the breast of the hard-hearted demoness, giving it his own name [Gōvardhana] and standing like a strong pillar under a heavy load: that hill, where troops of apes, to show the way first, carry their little ones on their backs, lift them onto the branches and stay there teaching them to leap, is Gōvardhana, the victorious umbrella.