They say, we are satisfied to the brim; we need no more provisions now. We cannot bear to be apart from Him even for a moment. Come, come, O Krishna, let us set up our games in the forest and settle the cows in the fold. We need not go home anymore, for all that going and coming is finished. You are our true friend, our kin, our mother and father. Says Tuka, the belly is full; what is there to cry about now? The road we once watched for, ahead and behind, has simply fallen away.