The mother feels her chief joy in the caress of
her child. Gladly she gives him a morsel to
eat and satisfies his longings. She puts ornaments
upon him and directs her glance towards him; she
takes him on her lap and humbles herself before
him. She lifts him on her shoulder, and lets no
evil eye fall on him. Tuka says, Fall on him for
your own gain; visit Him of the lotus-navel.
her child. Gladly she gives him a morsel to
eat and satisfies his longings. She puts ornaments
upon him and directs her glance towards him; she
takes him on her lap and humbles herself before
him. She lifts him on her shoulder, and lets no
evil eye fall on him. Tuka says, Fall on him for
your own gain; visit Him of the lotus-navel.