A brahmin was tormented by dire poverty. He had one child. The child would occasionally find sweets somewhere and become fixated on them. When hungry, the child would cry and demand those very sweets, refusing everything else. In playful innocence, the parents said, 'Ask God for what you want.' From that moment the child remembered You, O Narayana, O life of my life, O Panduranga. 'I am starving; my life is ebbing away. What final end are You waiting for?' When the child's distress became unbearable and overwhelming, the compassionate Lord rushed to help. Leaving Vaikuntha behind, He came running and embraced the child with His gracious arms. Says Tuka, He gave the child an ocean of milk and stayed with that family forever.

A brahmin was crushed by deep poverty. He had one small child. One day the child found sweets somewhere outside and grew fixed on them. When hunger came, the child cried and begged for those sweets, and would take nothing else. In simple play, the mother and father said: God has them; ask God for what you want. From then the child remembered You, O Narayana, life of my life, O Panduranga. The child cried: this hunger is on me, my life is leaving; what final end are you waiting to see? When the child's distress rose and overwhelmed him, the merciful One ran. He left Vaikuntha and ran at once; the compassionate One gathered the child in his arms. Tuka says: he gave an ocean of milk, and he stays near that family forever.