Tukaram, Poem 1217

Five or six cowherd damsels meet and complain to Yasoda. Why have you borne such a thievish child, such a strange and impudent creature? There is neither milk nor curds nor butter hanging from the peg; the pantry is empty. He has taught his mischievous tricks to our children, and infatuated our sons’ wives. Make haste and teach him better, or we shall lose our own souls and have nothing left. All of us women will meet and plague him; you and I will cease to be friends. He pays no attention to other people’s rights, or public opinion; he acts anyhow and goes anywhere. When we are not at home, he looks at and enters our houses; he kisses our