In plain words
The poet, to those who seek him: You who are searching for the place where he fittingly dwells, the one coloured like a great sapphire, who was able to put his mouth to the close-set breasts of the demoness of evil form [Pūtanā] so that she died: there are those who saw him at Dvārakā, where the sea flings its spray, sitting on the lion throne with all his many thousands of great queens [sixteen thousand and one hundred] around him.