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 plump, lisping, crooked little ones joined Hari in 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 false greed 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.