In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: As the son of the herdswoman Yaśōdā, whose breasts wear chains of lustrous gold, you kicked the cart-demon [Śakaṭa]; the demoness [Pūtanā], a false mother with the mind of a bird that preys on children, put her cruel breast to your mouth so that you would die, and you drank its fine milk as though it were nectar; and you drank the nectar of the lips of the herd-girls with golden bangles on their hands. What wonder is this!