A child may twist his father’s dress as he
struggles fondly with him; he will not let
his father stir. How long would his father take,
what effort would he need, to throw him off? The
child holds him fast by the strong fetter of affection.
The child is fondly petted, whatever he says
sounds sweet, his father caresses him and puts a
sweet morsel in his hand. Tuka says, Whom do I
speak to? Knowest Thou not, O Narayana? How
can fond words breed a hostile spirit?
struggles fondly with him; he will not let
his father stir. How long would his father take,
what effort would he need, to throw him off? The
child holds him fast by the strong fetter of affection.
The child is fondly petted, whatever he says
sounds sweet, his father caresses him and puts a
sweet morsel in his hand. Tuka says, Whom do I
speak to? Knowest Thou not, O Narayana? How
can fond words breed a hostile spirit?