The cowherds have all put away their desires; they say, “The time has come; bring the victuals together.” They give all they have got; they make the cows keep in their own sheds. When the company is met, Hari belongs to all, to the pot-bellied, the stuttering and the stammering.
The devotees make excellent dishes after their own taste; Hari chooses out a sweet dish for himself. All have brought their burdens on their shoulders, till the assembly is met together. In the presence of all every load is set down. If any one is in a hurry for his share, his friends grow angry with him—“What brings you with a false deceitful desire?” Then, as they talked to each other, how they were filled with the joy of Brahma. Tuka says, “Come, let us worship the feet of Hari.”
The devotees make excellent dishes after their own taste; Hari chooses out a sweet dish for himself. All have brought their burdens on their shoulders, till the assembly is met together. In the presence of all every load is set down. If any one is in a hurry for his share, his friends grow angry with him—“What brings you with a false deceitful desire?” Then, as they talked to each other, how they were filled with the joy of Brahma. Tuka says, “Come, let us worship the feet of Hari.”