In plain words
A mother says: I tied a forehead band on her, put golden studs in her ears and anklets and tinkling anklets on her feet, reared her as she liked and carried her on my hip; and she will not stay with me. Suddenly she leaves me, goes out and stands [in the street], calling, You who are coloured like the pūvai flower! Young women with long curling hair, she is falling in love.