He serves His own servants and cannot bear any lack in them. He leaves His own seat and runs to provide for them. Such is that ocean of mercy, standing on the brick with hands on His waist. He is generous with everything He has and manifests for the sake of His devotees. He wears the Shrivatsa mark upon His chest, displaying the ornament of His devotees' love. He knows no weariness and has embraced the joy of being kicked by the feet of His beloved. When Satyabhama made a gift of Him, He accepted without objection. He carries the sandals of His servant upon His own head. He guards the doorway of Bali's realm. He became the charioteer of Arjuna. He truly becomes the servant of His servants, marked as their own. He will not interrupt Pundalika; He stands patiently behind, honoring his devotion. Says Tuka, why do you not worship such a Mother?.

He serves his own servants. He cannot bear to see them lack anything. He leaves his own seat and runs, scattering the dishes, to feed them. Such is that ocean of mercy, standing on the brick with his hands on his hips. He is generous with all he has, and he shows himself for his devotees' sake. He wears the Shrivatsa mark on his chest, the ornament his devotees' love has placed there. He knows no weariness; he took as joy even being kicked by his beloved's foot. When Satyabhama gave him away as a gift, he accepted with no objection. He carries his servant's sandals on his own head. He guards Bali's doorway. He became Arjuna's charioteer. He truly becomes the servant of his servants, marked as theirs. He will not break in on Pundalika; he stands patiently behind him, honoring his devotion. Tuka says: such a Mother, why will you not worship her?