A child quarrels out of love, tugging at the parent's garment, never letting the father move forward or back. What force can prevail against one who, at any moment, can entangle the mighty in the net of affection? Indulged and given liberties, whatever the child says sounds sweet; the parent coaxes and gives a toy to pacify. Says Tuka, why do You not understand this, O Narayana? From words spoken in intimacy, no real bitterness can arise.