The eternal Brahma became a cowherd to taste
a mouthful; with joined hands he puts the
food to his mouth, in the chinks between his fingers
he holds the spices! How great a privilege was
that!—beyond the reach of Brahma and the other
gods. He plays at hamama and humlari; he blows
on the flute and the horn with rhythmic music;
among the encircling cowherds Hari dances with
delight. If they had no food in their house, he went
and stole butter. Tuka says, In his company we
have learned the trick ourselves.
a mouthful; with joined hands he puts the
food to his mouth, in the chinks between his fingers
he holds the spices! How great a privilege was
that!—beyond the reach of Brahma and the other
gods. He plays at hamama and humlari; he blows
on the flute and the horn with rhythmic music;
among the encircling cowherds Hari dances with
delight. If they had no food in their house, he went
and stole butter. Tuka says, In his company we
have learned the trick ourselves.