Having finished all their tasks, the cowherd boys gathered together. The hour had come, and they said, bring out the provisions. They gave their accounting of the day, and the cows were settled in the enclosures. The pot-bellied, lisping, bent one, Hari himself, joins the circle. Each one, according to his own liking, had bound up his bundle; Krishna sorted through them and mixed the sweetest portions into the common pile. They had carried the weight on their shoulders all morning, and now that the group had finally assembled, every burden was set down. The one who is too eager draws the anger of his friends: why this crooked pretense of yours here? Through the exchange of words between one and another, they were all filled with the bliss of Brahman. Says Tuka, come, let us bow to these songs of Hari. On the banks of the Yamuna, among the cowherd boys, the wearer of the forest garland says: bring all your provisions, let us feast together today.

Their work all finished, the cowherd boys gathered together, and when the hour came they called out, bring out the provisions. They gave their account of the day, and the cows were settled in their pens; and the pot-bellied, lisping, slightly bent little one, Hari himself, joined the circle. Each boy had tied up his bundle to his own taste, and Krishna sorted through them all and mixed the sweetest portions into the common heap. They had carried their loads on their shoulders all morning, and now that the whole company had assembled, every burden was set down. Anyone too greedy and grasping draws his friends' annoyance: why this crooked pretending here? And simply through their talk with one another they were all filled with the bliss of Brahman. Tuka says: come, let us bow to these songs of Hari. On the bank of the Yamuna, among the cowherd boys, the garlanded Lord says: bring all your bundles, and today let us make the feast together.